daily reading 52.4 (Philippians 4:17–20)

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


Our opening prayer for this week:

    What child is this who, laid to rest,
    On Mary's lap is sleeping?
    Whom angels greet With anthems sweet
    While shepherds watch are keeping?
    This, this is Christ the King,
    Whom shepherds guard and angels sing.
    Haste, haste to bring him laud, The babe, the Son of Mary!

    Why lies he in such mean estate
    Where oxen now are feeding?
    Good Christians, fear; For sinners here
    The silent Word is pleading.
    Nails, spear shall pierce him through;
    The cross he'll bear for me, for you.
    Hail, hail the Word made flesh, The babe, the Son of Mary! 

    So bring him incense, gold, and myrrh;
    Come, peasant, king, to own him.
    The King of kings Salvation brings;
    Let loving hearts enthrone him.
    Raise, raise the song on high;
    The virgin sings her lullaby.
    Joy, joy, for Christ is born, The babe, the Son of Mary! Amen.

Philippians 4:17–20

  • Not that I seek the gift, but I seek the profit that is increasing to your account.
  • 18 But I have received everything in full, and I have an abundance. I am fully supplied, having received from Epaphroditus what you provided—a fragrant offering, an acceptable sacrifice, pleasing to God.
  • 19 And my God will supply all your needs according to his riches in glory in Christ Jesus.
  • 20 Now to our God and Father be glory forever and ever. Amen.
helpful notes on Philippians 4:17–20





















 













For yourself pray

  • That God prolongs your Christmas joy and that it leads to more love

For others pray

  • That God receives glory from your whole congregation forever and ever

A song to listen to and ponder, as time allows

  • Psalm 148 (YouTube, band, "His glory towers over the earth and heavens")

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