Wednesday, April 30, 2025 (6:30PM)
SUNDAY'S ANTHEM TEXT
The table is spread, the meal is now prepared,
The Lord bids us come to join Him there.
We know we are not worthy, but still He will forgive,
For He died that all of us might live.
Come break the bread, come take the cup.
Receive the promise of God's great love.
Savior, like a shepherd lead us as Your blessing now we share.
With Your blood and body feed us, keep us in Your tender care.
Blessed Jesus, blessed Jesus, with Your kindness we are filled.
Blessed Jesus, blessed Jesus, You have loved us, love us still.
Now we are fed, our hearts are joined as one.
The work of the Lord must, now be done.
As we go forth to serve Him, He guides us with His truth;
And our faith is strengthened and renewed.
We share the bread, we share the cup,
We share the promise of God's great love.
REACH UP AND OUT IN FAITH AND LOVE
Let us give up our work, our thoughts, our plans, our selves, our lives, our loved ones, over all into His hands. When you have given all unto God, there will be nothing left for you to be troubled about. - J. Hudson Taylor
- Sunday's Anthem: A Communion Meditation - Don Besig/Nancy Price (#543)
- Tomorrow, 5/1, National Day of Prayer, ecumenical service in our Sanctuary. We will sing "A Mighty Fortress" (xerox) for the prelude, with organ and bells. Be robed and in the Sanctuary choirloft by 6:30 for warmup. The prelude will begin at 6:45. We will be done with our part of the service and will recess from the choirloft at 7:00.
- 5/11 Mother's Day - For the Music of Creation - Sally Morris/Shirley Murray (#633)
- Next Choir Social: ---
BIRTHDAYS
- 4/30 Bonnie
- 5/6 Marj
HUMORESQUE
An elderly man lay dying in his bed, Suddenly death's agony was pushed aside as he smelled the aroma of his favorite homemade chocolate chip cookies wafting up the stairs. Gathering his remaining strength, he lifted himself from the bed. Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and with intense concentration, supported himself down the stairs, gripping the railing with both hands. In labored breath, he leaned against the door frame, gazing wide-eyed into the kitchen. There, spread out on the kitchen table were literally HUNDREDS of his favorite chocolate chip cookies! Was it heaven? Or, was it one final act of heroic love from his devoted wife, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man? Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself toward the table, landing on his knees in a rumpled posture, one hand on the edge of the table. The aged and withered hand quiveringly made its way to a cookie near the edge of the table; feeling the warm soft dough actually made the pain of his bones subside for a moment. His parched lips parted; the wondrous taste of the cookie was already in his mouth; seemingly bringing him back to life. What, then, was this sudden stinging that caused his hand to recoil? He looked to see his wife, still holding the spatula she had just used to smack his hand. "Stay out of those!" she said, "they're for the funeral."