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Gerald Smith's avatar

Bishop, you take me back to my Baptist days:

Holy Spirit, breathe on me,

until my heart is clean;

let sunshine fill its inmost part,

with not a cloud between.

Chorus

Breathe on me, breathe on me

Holy Spirit, breathe on me;

Take Thou my heart, cleanse every part,

Holy Spirit breathe on me.

2.

Holy Spirit, breathe on me,

my stubborn will subdue;

teach me in words of living flame

what Christ would have me do.

3.

Holy Spirit, breathe on me,

fill me with pow'r divine;

kindle a flame of love and zeal

within this heart of mine.

4.

Holy Spirit, breathe on me,

till I am all Thine own,

until my will is lost in Thine,

to live for Thee alone.

Susan Paynter's avatar

Your speaking of spiritual practices relates to what happened to me this year. For the first time, I committed myself to attending every Holy Week service my church offered, plus one at the cathedral. I’ll admit to having felt my age after the Palm Sunday Procession and Eucharist, Holy Monday Eucharist, Chrism Mass, Taize service, Holy Wednesday Eucharist, Agape Dinner, Maundy Thursday washing of the feet, a shift in our overnight “Garden of Gethsemane Vigil,” Good Friday Stations of the Cross, Good Friday Solemn Liturgy, Holy Saturday Morning Prayer, and Saturday's Easter Vigil. But I’ll tell you this: after the Easter Morning service I felt a strong internal shift I’ve never experienced before. The sense of peace and joy I felt once we’d celebrated the Resurrection came in a rush that I’m still enjoying. Now I’m getting smiles and waves, friendly comments, and good vibes from every stranger I cross. So, I must be reflecting that peace and joy in some way... or maybe they’ve experienced something similar to what I did. In any case, it’s a welcome oasis in a frightfully divided world. May it take root and spread!

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