Lord God,
You are the God of sacred rhythms
the One who wove time with meaning,
who turned days into reminders,
and feasts into acts of worship.
You called Israel to remember
to keep the Passover,
the Feast of Weeks,
and the Feast of Booths
to rejoice before You with glad hearts.
For every season belongs to You.
You are not a distant deity of solemn duty,
but the Lord who delights in the joy of His people.
You command celebration not as distraction,
but as devotion
because joy in You is holy.
I confess, Lord,
that I forget how to rejoice.
I rush through blessings without giving thanks.
I treat holy days as ordinary,
and ordinary days as burdens.
Forgive me for forgetting that gratitude is a form of worship,
and joy a declaration of faith.
Restore to me the wonder of Your festivals
the sacred art of remembrance.
You said, “Remember that you were a slave in Egypt,
and the Lord your God brought you out with a mighty hand.”
Every feast was a story retold,
every offering a testimony renewed.
So let remembrance anchor my celebration.
Let every song I sing
be rooted in redemption.
Let every meal I share
bear witness to Your mercy.
May my joy never forget the price of freedom
the blood that marks the doorposts of grace.
You commanded that no one appear before You empty-handed,
but each according to the blessing You have given.
So, Lord, I come with what You have placed in my hands
not much, but Yours.
Receive my gratitude as my offering,
my worship as my gift,
my obedience as my feast.
Let giving be my gladness,
and service my song.
You called Your people to include the stranger,
the orphan, and the widow in their rejoicing.
For joy that excludes is not holy joy.
So widen my circle, Lord.
Let my celebration be generous.
Let Your table in my life have room
for those who have none of their own.
Let mercy be the melody of my feast.
You commanded judges and officers
to pursue justice at the city gates,
that righteousness might guard rejoicing.
For worship without justice is hollow,
and celebration without compassion is hypocrisy.
So unite these in me, Lord
a heart that sings and a hand that serves.
Let my praise never rise higher than my obedience.
You are the God who commands holy celebration
who turns memory into music
and obedience into joy.
Teach me to mark my days with worship,
to sanctify my seasons with gratitude.
Let my home echo the feasts of Israel,
where laughter and reverence dwell side by side.
And when I gather at the final feast
the Marriage Supper of the Lamb
let every lesser celebration find its fulfillment there.
Until then,
make my joy holy,
my worship whole,
and my remembrance true.
In the name of Jesus,
the Passover Lamb,
the Lord of the Harvest,
and the Joy of every feast,
Amen.