Bulletin 10.10.21

Psalm 67:1 "May God be merciful and bless us. May His face smile with favor on us."

A Reflection Before the Service

  • “The darker the night, the brighter the stars,
    The deeper the grief, the closer is God!”
    ― Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment

     

     

    Funeral Blues"
    Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
    Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
    Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
    Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

    Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
    Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead,
    Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
    Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

    He was my North, my South, my East and West,
    My working week and my Sunday rest,
    My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
    I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

    The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
    Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
    Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
    For nothing now can ever come to any good.”
    ― W.H. Auden , Another Time

     

The Call To Worship

  • Psalm 67 (NLT)

     

    May God be merciful and bless us.

    May His face smile with favor on us.

     

    May Your ways be known throughout the earth,

    Your saving power among people everywhere.

    May the nations praise You, O God.

    Yes, may all the nations praise You.

    Let the whole world sing for joy,

    because You govern the nations with justice

    and guide the people of the whole world.

     

    May the nations praise You, O God.

    Yes, may all the nations praise You.

    Then the earth will yield its harvests,

    and God, our God, will richly bless us.

    Yes, God will bless us,

    and people all over the world will fear Him.

     

    (Prayer)

     

  • “The darker the night, the brighter the stars,
    The deeper the grief, the closer is God!”
    ― Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment

     

     

    Funeral Blues"
    Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
    Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
    Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
    Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

    Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
    Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead,
    Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
    Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

    He was my North, my South, my East and West,
    My working week and my Sunday rest,
    My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
    I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

    The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
    Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
    Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
    For nothing now can ever come to any good.”
    ― W.H. Auden , Another Time

     

  • Psalm 67 (NLT)

     

    May God be merciful and bless us.

    May His face smile with favor on us.

     

    May Your ways be known throughout the earth,

    Your saving power among people everywhere.

    May the nations praise You, O God.

    Yes, may all the nations praise You.

    Let the whole world sing for joy,

    because You govern the nations with justice

    and guide the people of the whole world.

     

    May the nations praise You, O God.

    Yes, may all the nations praise You.

    Then the earth will yield its harvests,

    and God, our God, will richly bless us.

    Yes, God will bless us,

    and people all over the world will fear Him.

     

    (Prayer)

     

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Bulletin Date: 10/10/2021