Perhaps just a moment of cello music as we begin? (4/26)
In today’s worship we have leadership from Bill, Merle, Steve and all those worshiping, including: Garnet, Lisa, Bev, Bob, Betty, Janet, Marilyn, …
Who have I not included in that list of people who is also attending?
Sheri sends her greetings – she is helping her son build an outdoor deck while over in South Carolina visiting her son, daughter-in-law and precious granddaughter, Cora.
BILL reads Psalm 68:1-10
Let God rise up, let his enemies be scattered; let those who hate him flee before him.
As smoke is driven away, so drive them away; as wax melts before the fire, let the wicked perish before God.
But let the righteous be joyful; let them exult before God; let them be jubilant with joy.
Sing to God, sing praises to his name; lift up a song to him who rides upon the clouds–his name is the LORD– be exultant before him.
Father of orphans and protector of widows is God in his holy habitation.
God gives the desolate a home to live in; he leads out the prisoners to prosperity, but the rebellious live in a parched land.
O God, when you went out before your people, when you marched through the wilderness, Selah
the earth quaked, the heavens poured down rain at the presence of God, the God of Sinai, at the presence of God, the God of Israel.
Rain in abundance, O God, you showered abroad; you restored your heritage when it languished;
your flock found a dwelling in it; in your goodness, O God, you provided for the needy.
Psalm 68:32-35
Sing to God, O kingdoms of the earth; sing praises to the Lord, Selah
O rider in the heavens, the ancient heavens; listen, he sends out his voice, his mighty voice.
Ascribe power to God, whose majesty is over Israel; and whose power is in the skies.
Awesome is God in his sanctuary, the God of Israel; he gives power and strength to his people. Blessed be God!
SONG – ALL THINGS BRIGHT AND BEAUTIFUL
REFRAIN
All things bright and beautiful, all creatures great and small,
all things wise and wonderful, the Lord God made them all.
Each little flow’r that opens, each little bird that sings,
he made their glowing colors, he made their tiny wings.
All things bright and beautiful, all creatures great and small,
all things wise and wonderful, the Lord God made them all.
The purple-headed mountains, The river running by,
The sunset and the morning That brightens up the sky.
All things bright and beautiful, all creatures great and small,
all things wise and wonderful, the Lord God made them all.
The cold wind in the winter, The pleasant summer sun,
The ripe fruits in the garden, He made them every one.
All things bright and beautiful, all creatures great and small,
all things wise and wonderful, the Lord God made them all.
He gave us eyes to see them, And lips that we might tell
How great is God Almighty, Who has made all things well.
All things bright and beautiful, all creatures great and small,
all things wise and wonderful, the Lord God made them all.
STEVE reads 1 Peter 4:12-14; 5:6-11
Beloved, do not be surprised at the fiery ordeal that is taking place among you to test you, as though something strange were happening to you.
But rejoice insofar as you are sharing Christ’s sufferings, so that you may also be glad and shout for joy when his glory is revealed.
If you are reviled for the name of Christ, you are blessed, because the spirit of glory, which is the Spirit of God, is resting on you.
Humble yourselves therefore under the mighty hand of God, so that he may exalt you in due time.
Cast all your anxiety on him, because he cares for you.
Discipline yourselves, keep alert. Like a roaring lion your adversary the devil prowls around, looking for someone to devour.
Resist him, steadfast in your faith, for you know that your brothers and sisters in all the world are undergoing the same kinds of suffering.
And after you have suffered for a little while, the God of all grace, who has called you to his eternal glory in Christ, will himself restore, support, strengthen, and establish you.
To him be the power forever and ever. Amen.
STEVE – shares a prayer of confession
Amazing Grace — John Newton
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me
I once was lost, but now I’m found, was blind, but now I see
Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, and grace my fears relieved
How precious did that grace appear, the hour I first believed
Through many dangers toils and snares, I have already come
Tis grace that brought us safe thus far, and grace will lead us home
The Lord has promised good to me, His word my hope secures
He will my shield and portion be, as long as life en – dures
When we’ve been there ten thousand years, bright shining as the sun
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise, than when we first be – gun
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me
I once was lost, but now I’m found, was blind, but now I see
MERLE or MARILYN reads John 17:1-11
After Jesus had spoken these words, he looked up to heaven and said, “Father, the hour has come; glorify your Son so that the Son may glorify you,
since you have given him authority over all people, to give eternal life to all whom you have given him.
And this is eternal life, that they may know you, the only true God, and Jesus Christ whom you have sent.
I glorified you on earth by finishing the work that you gave me to do.
So now, Father, glorify me in your own presence with the glory that I had in your presence before the world existed.
“I have made your name known to those whom you gave me from the world. They were yours, and you gave them to me, and they have kept your word.
Now they know that everything you have given me is from you;
for the words that you gave to me I have given to them, and they have received them and know in truth that I came from you; and they have believed that you sent me.
I am asking on their behalf; I am not asking on behalf of the world, but on behalf of those whom you gave me, because they are yours.
All mine are yours, and yours are mine; and I have been glorified in them.
And now I am no longer in the world, but they are in the world, and I am coming to you. Holy Father, protect them in your name that you have given me, so that they may be one, as we are one.
Put Your Hand in the Hand – by Gene MacLellan
CHORUS
Put your hand in the hand of the man who stilled the water
Put your hand in the hand of the man who calmed the sea
Take a look at yourself and you can look at others differently
By putting your hand in the hand of the man from Galilee
Every time I look into the Holy Book, I wanna tremble (TREMBLE)
When I read about the part where the carpenter cleared the temple
For the buyers and the sellers were no different fellers than what I profess to be
And it causes me shame to know I’m not the person I should be
Put your hand in the hand of the man who stilled the water
Put your hand in the hand of the man who calmed the sea
Take a look at yourself and you can look at others differently
By putting your hand in the hand of the man from Galilee
Momma taught me to pray before I reached the age of seven
She said, there’ll come a time when there’ll probably be room in Heaven
But I’m feelin’ kinda guilty ‘bout the number of times, we do what we shouldn’t do
When we forget what He said and then we beg Him that He’ll still make room.
Put your hand in the hand of the man who stilled the water
Put your hand in the hand of the man who calmed the sea
Take a look at yourself and you can look at others differently
By putting your hand in the hand of the man from Galilee
STEVE: What reflections do we want to share on this Memorial Day weekend?
STEVE: Sharing of Joys & Concerns
- Bev – Joyful prayers for doctors, nurses, therapists, others who have made her surgery and recovery so good thus far. Lots of pain in shoulder, but expecting that… Sees surgeon again around 5/28
- Betty Zemanek
- Joys of Sheri visiting over in South Carolina
- Gratitude & Memorial
- Janet’s dad was 37 year-old plumber, married with 2 kids (Janet and her brother) when he joined Army – in Battle of the Bulge as Lt. Colonel; worked 24 hours straight so train could run; rarely talked about his service; waiting for flour @ store; London, KY cemetery burial by his brother with his mother (who died in childbirth with Janet’s dad;)
- Hobo
Prayer – concluding with The Lord’s Prayer
I’ll Fly Away by Albert E. Brumley (1932)
Some glad morning when this life is o’er I’ll fly away.
To a home on God’s celestial shore, I’ll fly away.
I’ll fly away, O glory, I’ll fly away.
When I die, hallelujah, by and by Oh, I’ll fly away.
Now’s the time to live like Jesus asks, I’ll fly today.
Do for others, shed our human masks, I’ll fly today.
I’ll fly away, O glory, I’ll fly away.
When I die, hallelujah, by and by Oh, I’ll fly away.
When the shadows of this life have grown, I’ll fly away.
Like a bird from prison bars have flown, I’ll fly away.
I’ll fly away, O glory, I’ll fly away.
When I die, hallelujah, by and by Oh, I’ll fly away.
Just a few more weary days and then I’ll fly away.
To a land where joy shall never end, I’ll fly away.
I’ll fly away, O glory, I’ll fly away.
When I die, hallelujah, by and by Oh, I’ll fly away.