|Posted by communications on May 7, 2020 at 12:30 AM|
As we approach the fifth Sunday in the Easter season –and nearly two months of this necessary but difficult stay-at-home period – I can’t fully express how much I miss seeing everyone gathered in the church building. I miss seeing the choir every week, I miss seeing and hearing the congregation singing, I miss a lot of things. I, I, I……. However, thankfully, I am reminded in my spirit to give thanks in all things. There are many things for which I am grateful but it is the remembrance of the people that God has blessed me to know that seems to bring the greatest joy. Family and friends can be wonderful, but many others bless our lives: pastors, teachers, doctors, nurses, etc. Like parents, many really never receive a great deal of thanks but their gifts are still priceless. Below is the text of a song that will be included in the Prelude time this coming Sunday. Although it speaks only of women, perhaps it will remind you to give thanks for all of the people that God has used to bless your life. Peace to you, John
For All the Faithful Women
--For all the faithful women who served in days of old, to you shall thanks be given; to all, their story told. They served with strength and gladness in tasks your wisdom gave. To you their lives bore witness, proclaimed your power to save.
--We praise your name for Miriam who sang triumphantly while Pharoah’s army lay drowned beneath the sea. As Israel marched to freedom, her chains of bondage gone, so may we reach the kingdom your mighty arm has won.
--To Hannah, praying childless before the throne of grace, you gave a son whose service would be before your face. Grant us her perseverance; Lord, teach us how to pray, to trust in your deliverance when darkness hides our way.
--We sing of Mary, mother, fair maiden, full of grace. She bore the Christ, our brother, who came to save our (human)race. May we, with her, surrender ourselves to your command and lay upon your altar our gifts of heart and hand.
--We praise the other Mary who came at Easter dawn and near the tomb did tarry, but found her Lord was gone. As joyfully she saw him in resurrection light, may we by faith behold him, the day who ends all night.
Text: Herman G. Stuempfle, Jr.(b. 1923) © 1993 GIA Publications, Inc.