And she had a sister called b Mary, who d sat at the Lord’s feet and listened to his teaching.

Lord Jesus, how I want to be like Mary and learn to sit at your feet. Not in some mindless adoring state of “worship”, nor at the expense of other more “secular” things that are my calling to do in this world, but in a posture of learning in order to live, learning in order to give.

God you know how broken this world is, you see it all so much more clearly than I do. You have experienced it in you time as a human on earth. I know a little, from the sadness and anger of others, to the death of my own daughters, I think I can feel that things are not as they should be. So I need to soak in you. I need your perspective, your teaching, in order to make sense of this brokenness. I need to understand about your death and what it means for your world. I need to see that there is hope. I need this to live.

But others need it as well. And so I need to sit at your feet in order to give; to give comfort, encouragement, even challenge when appropriate. Help me to learn that nothing is ever done in a vacuum. That you teach me in order that I might teach others.

Most of all make me a good student of the best teacher.