Sunday, August 9, 2026

Eleventh Sunday after Whitsun

Omnípotens sempitérne Deus, qui, abundántia pietátis tuæ, et mérita súpplicum excédis et vota: effúnde super nos misericórdiam tuam; ut dimíttas quæ consciéntia métuit, et adícias quod orátio non præsúmit. Per Dóminum nostrum Iesum Christum, Fílium tuum: qui tecum vivit et regnat in unitáte Spíritus Sancti Deus, per ómnia sǽcula sæculórum. ℟. Amen.

ALMIGHTY and everlaſting God, who art always more ready to hear than we are to pray, and art wont to give more than either we deſire, or deſerve; Pour down upon us the abundance of thy mercy; forgiving us thoſe things whereof our conſcience is afraid, and giving us thoſe good things which we are not worthy to aſk, but through the merits and mediation of Jeſus Chriſt thy Son, our Lord. Amen.

Keynote: Beyond Our Grasp

If our aspirations were limited by our apprehensions we should be "of all men the most miserable", but our hearts reach out beyond our minds, and God hears the unspoken desire and answers it.

Our lower selves, clinging desperately to their material security and their personal desires, are not able to formulate the bold and noble prayers that call down the power of God. It is our higher selves, silent and hidden in the deepest recesses of our nature, which pray for spiritual things and are answered, often to the confusion and distress of the lower self.

And all the time the life and the love and the might and the wisdom of the Logos consciousness are around us like the air we breathe, pressing for admission to our self-limited natures, and we are afraid to open ourselves to them lest our small securities be swept away in the great tides of cosmic life.

Then it is the higher self rises up and prays, "Give us more than we dare to ask." We open ourselves freely to the great tides of spirit, come what may. And God "who is ever more ready to hear than we are to pray", pours down upon us "more than we can ask or think", and the problems, which appeared insuperable to our darkened eyes, are swept away in the great rushing tides of life and love, and the memory of then is not kept in mind.

Let us, therefore, dare to trust ourselves into God's hands, for He is indeed the creator and sustainer of life, and will not suffer us to be lost, and bring us, by His mercy, into the fullness of life.

[Dion Fortune, Mystical Meditations on the Christian Collects]

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