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Welcome and Announcements
Introduction
Call To Worship
God you call us into your kingdom.
Help us to respond wholeheartedly to your call.
Jesus you inspire our imaginations to see evidence of the kingdom all
around us.
Help us to trust in the slow and certain work of God.
Spirit you make the kingdom visible among us.
Help us to live as citizens of your coming kingdom here and now.
O Lord of All the Nations
Words by David Montgomery (Regent Alum) | Traditional Irish melody
O Lord of all the nations, you’ve brought us to this place
You’ve granted us each other as symbols of your grace
Like those who walked in darkness, we’ve seen the rising sun
A pilgrim path pursuing, a holy quest begun
You purify our passions, you loose the ties that bind
You soften stony spirits, you lighten troubled minds
You enter our emotions, untangle webs of pain
You touch us with your finger, ad we are whole again
Lord be our friend and mentor, whatever lies ahead
Your love is our refreshment, your will our daily bread
Until we taste your glory, until we are made new
Within each one engender an appetite for you
O all consuming fire, come melt these hearts of stone
Lord wrestle with our spirits, until you reign alone
Disperse us through the nations, transforming grace to tell
And let this brief sojourning become our Peniel
We Trust The Story
© 2017 Words and Music by Tom Wuest
We trust the story behind us
The beauty, hope, and love
And we’re stepping towards the future
With abiding faith in God
God is with us
God is with us
God is with us
A pillar through the night
We wait with senses ready
For the blossoms yet to come
Like the tender shoots on the hillside
We are reaching towards the sun
God is with us
God is with us
God is with us
A pillar through the night
A pillar through the night
A pillar through the night
Prayers of the People
The Kingdom of Our God is Like
© 1989 Words by Christopher L. Webber | American folk melody
The kingdom of our God is like a treasure trove concealed
beneath the ground, for which one sells all else to buy that
field, all else to buy that field.
The kingdom of our God is like a mustard seed in size which
grows to offer nesting space for every bird that flies, for
every bird that flies.
The kingdom of our God is like the yeast a woman takes and mixes
into leaven each and every loaf she bakes, and every
loaf she bakes.
The kingdom of our God is like a merchant who, to own the rarest
pearl, sells everything to gain that
pearl alone, to gain that pearl alone.
The kingdom of our God is like a net which has been cast and
draws in good and bad which must be sorted out at last, be
sorted out at last.
Scripture | Mark 4:30-34 (MSG)
30-32 “How can we picture God’s kingdom? What kind of story can we
use? It’s like an acorn. When it lands on the ground it is quite small as
seeds go, yet once it is planted it grows into a huge oak tree with
thick branches. Eagles nest in it.”
33-34 With many stories like these, he presented his message to them,
fitting the stories to their experience and maturity. He was never
without a story when he spoke. When he was alone with his disciples,
he went over everything, sorting out the tangles, untying the knots.
Message | The Untangler of Knots
Susan Philips | Professor of Sociology and Christianity, New College BerkeleyI Cannot Tell
Words by William Young Fullerton | Music: Londonderry Air
I cannot tell why he, whom angels worship
Should set his love upon the sons of men,
Or why, as shepherd, he should seek the wand’rers,
To bring them back, they know not how or when.
But this I know, that he was born of Mary,
When Bethl’hem’s manger was his only home,
And that he lived at Nazareth and labored,
And so the Savior, Savior of the world is come.
I cannot tell how silently he suffered,
As with his peace he graced this place of tears,
Or how his heart upon the Cross was broken,
The crown of pain to three and thirty years.
But this I know, he heals the broken-hearted,
And stays our sin, and calms our lurking fear,
And lifts the burden from the heavy laden,
For yet the Savior, Savior of the world, is here.
I cannot tell how he will win the nations,
How he will claim his earthly heritage,
How satisfy the needs and aspirations
Of east and west, of sinner and of sage.
But this I know, all flesh shall see his glory,
And he shall reap the harvest he has sown,
And some glad day his sun shall shine in splendor
When he the Savior, Savior of the world, is known.
I cannot tell how all the lands shall worship,
When, at his bidding, every storm is stilled,
Or who can say how great the jubilation
When all the hearts of men with love are filled.
But this I know, the skies will thrill with rapture,
And myriad, myriad human voices sing,
And earth to heaven, and heaven to earth, will answer:
At last the Savior, Savior of the world, is King.