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Scripture, Sermon for Sunday, April 22, 2018

Fourth Sunday of Easter

Worship with Resurrection Lutheran Church – 10:15 a.m. – 5th St., and Orange Avenue

Scriptures: Psalm 23; I John 3:14-23

Sermon: “Love and the Passage from Death to Life”

Scripture, Sermon for Sunday, April 29, 2018

Fifth Sunday of Easter

Scriptures: Acts 8:26-32, 35-38; I John 4:7-21

Sermon: “How Wide Do We Cast Our Net?”

Scripture, Sermon for Sunday, May 6, 2018

Sixth Sunday of Easter

Scriptures: Acts 10:44-48; I John 5: 1-5

Sermon: “Surprise, Surprise!

Sacrament of Holy Communion
Prayers for Healing and Laying on of Hands

 

Sunday Bulletins

February 25, 2018

March 4, 2018

March 11, 2018

March 18, 2018

March 25, 2018

April 1, 2018

April 8, 2018

April 15, 2018

Reflection

The Next Time You Can’t Sleep….

A sleepless night…there is one cure for me on nights like this. If I can summon the energy to put on my bathrobe and go outside, the night sky will heal me – not by reassuring me that I will be just fine, but by reminding me of my place in the universe. Looking up at the same stars that human beings have been looking at for millennia, I find my place near the end of the long, long line of stargazers who stood here before me. Thanks to them, I can pick out the same constellations to which they gave names…Long after I am gone, those stars will still be there, giving others their bearings after their beds have pitched them forward. Then, again, the stars may be gone too.

“All light is late,” wrote the poet Li-Young Lee, reminding me how long it takes for starlight to reach my eyes. When I watch a star fall, I am watching a funeral that took place a long, long time ago. Stars are light-years away; galaxies are millions of times that far away. Chet Raymo, who is to astronomy what Li-Young Lee is to poetry, tells me that if I could find Quasar 3C 273 in my backyard telescope, I would be looking at a point of light that started heading my way more than one and a half billion years ago. Compared to that, the sun is a newborn. Hundreds of thousands of stars flared up and burned out again before the Milky Way delivered her first sun.

All these years later, every atom on earth comes from the sky I am looking at. Hydrogen, carbon, oxygen, iron – the basic building blocks of everything from the high peaks of the Himalayas to the hollow flutes of my bones. If I cannot imagine eternal life any other way, I can start with a carbon atom, since every one that ever existed is still around here somewhere. It may have spent some time in a rock, or the sea or a spell in the atmosphere before moving to a plant and then a human body. The lead in my pencil might as well declare that it is “Made in Orion” as “Made in China.”

Having summoned the energy to go outside, I can go back to bed now. The stars are in their heaven, and all is right with the world.

 -Barbara Brown Taylor – Learning to Walk in the Dark