daily reading 27.5 (Romans 16:1–2)

5-days-a-week through Romans and the letters Paul wrote from Rome in 2024


Our opening prayer for this week:

    I praise you, Lord: Above my foes
    You raised my head in triumph high,
    Not slow to mark my secret woes,
    Nor deaf to my desponding cry.
    I praise you, Lord; my heart was faint,
    My feet were sinking to the grave,
    But you were near to my complaint,
    To hear, to heal me, and to save.

    A moment, and your anger dies;
    Your grace is life for evermore:
    The sun may set on weeping eyes,
    But joy returns when night is o’er.
    In song before the Lord rejoice,
    His praise let all his saints proclaim,
    And still, with thankful heart and voice,
    Give glory to his holy name.

    In prosp’rous times I dared to say
    “My mountain stands forever sure.”
    But when you turned your face away—
    O grief too heavy to endure!
    And then I raised my voice in prayer:
    “Lord, to my misery attend;
    In pity yet your servant spare,
    And be my Helper, and my Friend.

    “What profit in my blood is found?
    What voices from the tomb are heard?
    Can dust to distant years resound
    The mercies of your faithful word?”
    What joy for mourning you have giv’n, 
    That I may thank you all my days,
    That every saint in earth and heaven
    May swell the Lamb’s eternal praise. Amen.

Romans 16:1–2

  • I commend to you our sister Phoebe, who is a servant of the church in Cenchreae.
  • 2 So you should welcome her in the Lord in a manner worthy of the saints and assist her in whatever matter she may require your help. For indeed she has been a benefactor of many— and of me also.
helpful notes on Romans 16:1–2




For yourself pray:

  • That God shows you how you can better serve other believers

For others pray:

  • That women in your church find new opportunities in Christ to serve others

A psalm to listen to and ponder, as time allows:

  • Psalm 97 (YouTube, band, "For you are Lord Most High")

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