|Posted by St. Alban's Episcopal Church on September 1, 2021 at 10:00 AM|
What a joy it has been to hear you singing again. Although none of us can say what the remainder of the year will bring, it is my hope that the choir will be able to resume rehearsals in some form soon. In that hope, I invite those of you who are interested in helping lead the worship of God here in our parish to join us. If you are interested in joining the choir or simply have questions about the music ministry, please feel free to email or see me after service on Sunday.
In addition to inviting you to sing with the choir, I would like to invite you to consider how wisdom cries out to us in our daily lives. The first reading on September 12th will be Proverbs 1:20-33. The opening verse of this passage says: “Wisdom cries out in the street; in the squares she raises her voice.” Often, wisdom is confused with intelligence, but they are not the same thing. There are many intelligent, powerful, rich people who have no desire or craving for wisdom. One definition of wisdom would be a desire to learn, understand or discern God’s will for our life. Scripture indicates that just our desire to seek wisdom over power or riches pleases God. The first reading on August 15th was 1 Kings 2:10-12; 3:3-14. In this passage David’s son Solomon did not ask God for riches and honor. He asked for “an understanding mind to govern God’s people and the ability to discern between good and evil.” Although he was a child, he knew he did not possess the understanding that being king over Israel would require. Below are the words of a song I’ll share in worship on Sept. 12th. The song speaks of a personal search for wisdom. May we, like Solomon, desire and pray for wisdom’s grace.
Even When Young, I Prayed for Wisdom’s Grace
Even when young, I prayed for wisdom’s grace; in temple courts I sought her day and night, and I will seek her to the very end; she is my heart’s delight. My foot has firmly walked the path of truth; with diligence, I followed her design. My ear was open to receive her words; now wisdom’s skill is mine. Glory to one who gives me wisdom’s prize; I vowed to live according to her way. She gave me courage from the very start; she will not let me stray. Something within my being has been stirred; my seeking brought a gift beyond compare: the gift of language loosed my halting tongue; God’s praise is now my prayer.
Words: ©1995 Patricia B. Clark (1938-2009)