O Lord,
You speak of Sabbath years and Jubilee,
and my heart longs for it.
Rest for weary soil.
Freedom for slaves.
Debts wiped away.
Homes restored.
What a vision of mercy
a world where everything broken is set right again.
I confess, Father, I live as though it all depends on me.
I cling to what I own as if it were mine forever.
I labor without rest,
afraid to stop,
afraid to trust.
I hold debts against others,
even when You have forgiven mine.
I forget that I am not master,
but steward;
not owner,
but guest in Your land.
Yet You are the God of Jubilee.
You proclaim release to the captives.
You break chains, cancel debts,
restore what was lost.
And in Christ, I hear the trumpet sound:
“The Spirit of the Lord is upon me…
to proclaim liberty to the captives,
recovery of sight to the blind,
to set free the oppressed.”
In Him, my true Jubilee has come.
So here I am, Lord.
Teach me to rest in Your provision.
Loosen my grip on what I cannot keep.
Make me quick to forgive as I have been forgiven.
Proclaim freedom over the parts of me still bound.
Restore what is broken,
redeem what is lost,
and let my life declare
the year of the Lord’s favor has come.
Amen.