Epiphany 6

Lord and Christ,

How quickly we forget you and your deliverances. At your delays, we turn to the gods our own hands have made. Great was your redemption in Egypt. How could we be worthy of it?

Yet the man Moses found favor, preferring that he himself would be lost, his own name blotted out of your book. Moses, the foreshadow of Christ, who pointed forward to the prophet greater than himself, whom you—the holy one, the guiltless one, the one who shielded an unrighteous people from his own presence, lest we die in our sin before you—you, Our God, have promises to be with him and show him your glory.

What greater glories are then ours in your beloved son, who prays to you even for us who hear and know his word: all you have you give to him, eternal life is to know him and you, the love with which you loved him is ours through faith in his name. He comes to you pleading the forgiveness of our sins, which he calls his own, you uphold him in his integrity. He is restored to life forever, and so are all those who call on his name. Blessed be yours, Father, forever and ever.