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Call to Worship
(contributed by Brianna Childs)
we have gathered to worship
the One Who makes all things whole
Who continues to be the balm to our wounds,
though we find new pains every day
to enter into the story of God and the people of God
and find our own stories healed
hoping the Spirit of God would form our hearts
and minds in the way of Christ
as we offer the healing love that revives
a hurting and discouraged world around us
My joy is gone, grief is upon me,
my heart is sick.
Hark, the cry of my poor people
from far and wide in the land:
"Is the Lord not in Zion?
Is her King not in her?"
("Why have they provoked me to anger with their images,
with their foreign idols?")
"The harvest is past, the summer is ended,
and we are not saved."
For the hurt of my poor people I am hurt,
I mourn, and dismay has taken hold of me.
Is there no balm in Gilead?
Is there no physician there?
Why then has the health of my poor people
not been restored?
O that my head were a spring of water,
and my eyes a fountain of tears,
so that I might weep day and night
for the slain of my poor people!
Jesus said to the disciples, "There was a rich man who had a manager, and charges were brought to him that this man was squandering his property. So he summoned him and said to him, `What is this that I hear about you? Give me an accounting of your management, because you cannot be my manager any longer.'
Then the manager said to himself, `What will I do, now that my master is taking the position away from me? I am not strong enough to dig, and I am ashamed to beg. I have decided what to do so that, when I am dismissed as manager, people may welcome me into their homes.'
So, summoning his master's debtors one by one, he asked the first, `How much do you owe my master?' He answered, `A hundred jugs of olive oil.' He said to him, `Take your bill, sit down quickly, and make it fifty.'
Then he asked another, `And how much do you owe?' He replied, `A hundred containers of wheat.' He said to him, `Take your bill and make it eighty.' And his master commended the dishonest manager because he had acted shrewdly; for the children of this age are more shrewd in dealing with their own generation than are the children of light.
And I tell you, make friends for yourselves by means of dishonest wealth so that when it is gone, they may welcome you into the eternal homes.
"Whoever is faithful in a very little is faithful also in much; and whoever is dishonest in a very little is dishonest also in much. If then you have not been faithful with the dishonest wealth, who will entrust to you the true riches?
And if you have not been faithful with what belongs to another, who will give you what is your own? No slave can serve two masters; for a slave will either hate the one and love the other, or be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve God and wealth."
This week’s prayer was written by Brianna Childs
We confess that we often feel like Jeremiah when he wondered, “Is there no balm in Gilead? Is there no physician there?”
Our lives are filled with wounds too many to count. We are burdened by our lives, and we ask you to be near.
In the middle of it all, we ask to come be our Healer.
Remind us that you are still the God of everyday miracles. Help us to see the beauty in the little resurrections all around us- the blooming flower, the song of the bird, the laughter of a child, the tight hug of a friend.
These are the balms to our souls that soothe the pangs of life.
Your healing presence is all around us. Give us eyes to see.