11am Eucharist, Sunday, July 22nd, 2018
ACNA Ancient Text, 9th Sunday after Pentecost
Themes from the Readings: Paul is perplexed at the people of Galatia who have chosen slavery over freedom/the “weak and worthless elementary principles of the world over faith in Christ; those that worship idols put their trust in worthless things; the Lord is our help & shield; Jesus reminds us it is what’s inside that counts.
Sermon on: Galatians
Prelude: “Prelude on ‘Let all Things Now Living’”, By: William Weinmann
“Be Thou My Vision”, Arranged by: Healey Willan
Processional Hymn: 550 Jesus Calls us, o’er the tumult (Restoration)
Gloria: S280, Powell
First Reading: Galatians 4:8-20
Psalm: Psalm 115:1-11
Gospel Hymn: 488 Be thou my vision, O Lord of my heart (Slane)
Gospel: Luke 11:37-44
Offertory Anthem: “Unseen Blessings”, By: Mark Hayes, Caleb Smith, Soloist
Soloist: For the sunrise in the darkness that is waiting to be born,
for the colors of a rainbow in the blackness of a storm,
for the sweet surprise of laughter at the moment when it seems
we will never smile again or move beyond our broken dreams.
These are the things that we dare not hope for.
They are the things we cannot see that are waiting just before us.
They’re the blessings yet to be.
When tomorrow seems uncertain and we cannot face today,
make us thankful for the unseen, unknown blessings on their way.
For the joy we can’t imagine in the moment of our grief,
for the seeds of hope that blossom from our doubt and unbelief,
for the friends we’ve yet to meet and for the love we cannot know
‘till we quietly surrender ev’ry loss and let it go.
These are the things...
Doxology: Hymn 380, Stanza 3
Holy: S125, Proulx
Communion Meditation: “Break the Bread, Pour the Wine”, By: Mark Hayes, Caleb Smith, Soloist
Soloist: Come to the table, wounded soul, come taste His sorrow, be consoled. Drink the suff’ring of the Lord, broken spirit, be restored. Break the bread, pour the wine, share the feast, come and dine. All are welcome, none denied, ev’ry hunger satisfied. Come to the table, all forlorn, come, taste His presence, be transformed. Drink the mem’ry of the Lord, and be lonely nevervmore. Break the bread... Come to the table, dying life, come, taste His body, be revived. Drink the mercy of the Lord, everlasting life is yours. Break the bread...
Recessional Hymn: 490 I want to walk as a child of the light (Houston)
Postlude: Toccata, By: John Weaver
There are no music notes this week due to lack of space in this Sunday’s bulletin insert.