Today we’re in the land business, Lord. In the next hour our commissioners will re-zone land, vacate land, and annex land.
Unless somebody pitches an effective fit, they will dedicate land, accept land, and even give some land away.
Thank You, Lord, for allowing us to live in a place with adequate land, where neighbors have elbow room and even poor folks who work hard can have their own spread.
Thank You for the dreams and drama and dignity that are linked to land.
“A lump of clay” one poet calls us, Lord. You made us out of dirt.
Could that be why we get so uneasy when somebody tampers with our part of it?
Guide our commissioners, Lord, that they may proceed with caution and wisdom as they shape rules to regulate how we may use our land.
Never let our leaders forget how profoundly they impact their fellowman when they mess with his property.
Years ago, Lord, You led Your chosen people to a Promised Land. It flowed with milk and honey.
Over a century ago men and women were drawn to this place because of the promise of land. It oozed oil and grew grain.
Thank You, Lord, for this good land.
May we govern it well. May we use it well.
For Your glory. Amen.