A Petition for God’s Mercy and Grace

A prayer I delivered on February 11, 2024, at The Ridge Christian Fellowship, Tucson, Arizona.

A Petition for God’s Mercy and Grace

by Matthew Sakiestewa Gilbert

Our Father in Heaven, You are Holy, set apart in every way. 

You are the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. The One who rescued the Israelites from Pharoah and caused the horse and rider to be thrown into the sea. The One who is faithful and “keeps His covenant for a thousand generations.” To You, and You alone, we pray. 

This morning, we are reminded of the words of the psalmist David: “I was glad when they said to me, let us go into the house of the LORD.”

Today, we enter your house with joy and thanksgiving, offering our thanks for Your goodness, Your provisions, and Your Word. 

LORD, forgive us of our sins. The “lust of the flesh, and the lust of the eyes and the boastful pride of life.” Hold not these trespasses against us, we pray. 

LORD, we ask that You give healing to the sick, encouragement to the downcast, strength to the weak, and humility to the proud. Comfort the widows and provide for the orphans.  

LORD, be with our elders and others who serve among us, including the staff. Grant our elders wisdom and conviction as they oversee and shepherd the flock. Bless those who lead us in song, minister to our youth, and who rise early and stay late to prepare this place for worship. To You, and for them, we give You thanks.  

LORD, we pray that You would protect the children, the most vulnerable in our church and society. Help us see clearly the war waging upon them, taking place within our schools, across the internet, and by our governments. Protect them from all evil. Have mercy on the little ones, especially those still in their mother’s womb. 

LORD, we pray for those who are unrepentant and remain guilty before You…our loved ones, neighbors, and those in authority, including our President. Soften their hearts to understand and receive the good news of salvation. Have mercy on them, and save them from Your wrath, we pray. 

LORD, prepare us now to hear and receive Your word. Let us not seek to have our “ears tickled” or egos lifted, but our minds renewed and hearts convicted.

LORD, be with our brother, Pastor Jeremiah. May he preach confidently and boldly, rightly dividing the Word of truth. Give him clarity of mind, reverence for You, love for the saints, and a heart for the lost. 

We lay these petitions before Your throne of grace, asking in the name of Christ Jesus, our mediator, the Author and Perfector of our Faith. In His name, we pray. 

Amen.

One cannot live on Wonder Bread alone

“I am reminded of your sincere faith, a faith that dwelt first in your grandmother Lois and your mother Eunice and now, I am sure, dwells in you…”

II Timothy 1:5

When I was a child, I often visited my So’o (grandmother), Ethel, at her home in Flagstaff, Arizona. She and my Kwa’a (grandfather), Lloyd, lived in a small three bedroom house on the east side of town, not far from historic Route 66. 

Over the years I have reminisced with my siblings about those visits, laughing as we recount stories of us scurrying past So’o for the kitchen upon entering her home.  Never do I recall a time when So’o did not have in her refrigerator Wonder Bread, Oscar Mayer Bologna, and Sunny Delight. 

While happy to feed us, she realized that Christians also needed spiritual nourishment, and believed that her grandchildren could not live on Wonder Bread alone. 

For So’o, that nourishment came from the Bible and spiritual songs, all things she learned to appreciate as a young woman at the Ganado Mission School, a Mennonite Indian school in Ganado, Arizona. 

Visiting her home, I remember seeing So’o sitting at her piano, playing and singing Christian hymns in the Hopi language. One of the hymns that she played was “Amazing Grace” by John Newton, a song she sang with much heart and affection:

Nu-o-kwa Je-sus hah-layh-pi, Nuy mok-put ta-tay-na, Qa-ha-qam hi-mu i-nuh-pe, Na-hi-yon-e-way-o.

Translated in Hopi by Pastor Otto Lomavitu, the hymn speaks of mankind’s lost and sinful spiritual state, and God’s “amazing grace” of salvation through Jesus Christ.

“‘Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,” the hymn goes on to say in English, “And grace my fears relieved; How precious did that grace appear the hour I first believed.”

Having been introduced to Christianity at an early age, So’o knew the importance of the Bible and Christian songs, and she wanted her family to treasure both.

One year for Christmas, So’o gave me a rare 1st edition copy of the Hopi hymnal Lomatuawh-Tatawi: Hopi Gospel Songs for Church and Street Services in Hopi-land (1972). In the inside cover, she wrote:

“To Matthew…Learn to read Hopi and sing these songs…”

Now in her 90s, So’o no longer plays the piano, but her Christian faith remains strong.

“So’o, Um hin sa ki?” a question I ask when I first see her. She responds by telling me about the “Good Lord” and His many provisions, and assures me that she is always praying for me and my family. 

So’o’s Christian faith is my faith, her hymns are my hymns. And her Christian example means more to me than anything else. “I have always cherished your faith in the Bible and love for Jesus,” I once told her in a typed letter, “the best grandmother a grandson could ever wish or hope for.”