How little we consider the life of Eve -- and yet how very much like us she was.
A beautiful anthem this morning by the Chapel Trio... "We Come to Your Feast"
We Come to Your Feast
by Michael Joncas
We place upon Your table a humble loaf of bread
The gift of field and hillside, the grain by which we're fed
We come to taste the presence of Him on whom we feed,
To strengthen and connect us, to challenge and correct us, To love in word and deed.
We come to Your feast
We come to Your feast
The young and the old, the frightened, the bold,
The greatest and the least.
We come to Your feast
We come to Your feast
With the fruit of our lands and the work of our hands,
We come to Your feast.
We place upon Your table, a simple cup of wine
The fruit of human labor, the gift of sun and vine
We come to taste the presence of Him we claim as Lord,
His dying and His living, His leading and His giving, His love in cup out poured.
Today we begin a fascinating sermon series meeting some of those people from the Bible that we may never have heard of or don't know much about. The series is called "Rediscovering the Forgotten" and today's sermon is about Abigail.
We had incredible music this morning, dedicated to the joy of freedom. The choir's quartet sang a beautiful arrangement of "America the Beautiful" and Dan gave us an anthem worth remembering -- Michael Smith's "There She Stands", written when the composer saw the flag raised over the destruction at the World Trade Center on September 11, 2001.
There She Stands
by Michael W. Smith
When the night seems to say
All hope is lost, gone away
But I know, I'm not alone
By the light she stands
There she waves, faithful friend
Shimmering stars, westward wind
Show the way, carry me
To the place she stands
Just when you think it might be over
Just when you think the fight is gone
Someone will risk his life to raise her
There she stands.
There she flies, clear blue skies
Reminds us with red of those that died
Washed in white by the brave
In their dreams she stands
When evil calls itself a martyr
When all your hopes come crashing down
Someone will pull her from the rubble
There she stands
We've seen her flying torn and tattered
We've seen her stand the test of time
And through it all the fools have fallen
There she stands
By the dawn's early light
And through the fight, she stands
This morning's message, 'Wrapped in a Mystery', extends the story of the Holy Spirit from two weeks ago. Join us as we explore who and what the Holy Spirit is.
Before the sermon, enjoy the choir's anthem, "There Is a River in Judea".
Our Youth led the service while Rev. Dawn was away at the Annual Meeting of the National Association of Congregational Christian Churches.
The youth did this morning's service and it didn't get recorded. Here's an oldie that you might enjoy listening to.