Daily Economic Justice and the Kingdom

Dear God of Love and Justice,

Peter stood in Cornelius's house — a Roman officer's home he never would have entered a day earlier — and felt the Holy Spirit shatter every wall he had built between "us" and "them." In that moment, the apostle declared what the Spirit had burned into his heart: "God shows no favoritism" (Acts 10:34-35). No one is outside the reach of Your table.

Lord, I confess that I have walked past Your image-bearers without seeing them. The single mother counting coins at the grocery checkout. The elderly man choosing between medication and a warm meal. The family two streets over whose lights went dark last month. Forgive me for the comfortable distance I have kept from their pain.

Your Spirit fell on Cornelius's household before Peter even finished preaching — You didn't wait for anyone's permission. Pour out that same Spirit on me now. Give me Pentecostal fire not just for worship but for justice. Let my hands become Your hands — filling a bag at the food pantry, advocating for wages that honor human dignity, sitting across the table from someone whose story I have never bothered to hear.