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Fourth Sunday in Lent
 

"Jesus answered, "Neither this man nor his parents sinned; he was born blind so that God's works might be revealed in him. "    Jn 9:3
 

Texts & Discussion:
 

1 Samuel 16:1-13
Psalm 23
Ephesians 5:8-14
John 9:1-41

 

This Week's Themes:

God Looks at the Heart
From Darkness to Light
Seeing Faith



 

 

 

Call to Worship

L: The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not want.
P: He makes me lie down in green pastures; he leads me beside still waters;
L: He restores my soul. He leads me in right paths for his name's sake.
P: Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I fear no evil; for you are with me; your rod and your staff-- they comfort me.
L: You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; you anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.

All: Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of the LORD my whole life long.

 

Prayer to Shepherd God (by St. Mary Euphrasia Pelletier)

Shepherd God,
Give me your great heart to love with, especially when my own heart is too small and limited to love as another needs to be loved.
Give me all I need to reach out to those who are lost and in trouble.
Give me the love and courage to give myself totally to the mission of Jesus, the Good Shepherd who laid down his life so that we would have life in its fullness. Amen.

 

Children's Messages   

   

Sermons:

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The Eyes Have It
John 9:1-41
by Rev. Steven Loftis

I read this story recently. Coming out of church, Mrs. Smith asked her husband, "Do you think that Johnson girl is tinting her hair?"

"I didn't even see her," admitted Mr. Smith.

"And that dress Mrs. Tate was wearing" continued Mrs. Smith, "Really? Don't tell me you think that's the proper outfit for a mother of two."

"I'm afraid I didn't see that either," said Mr. Smith.

"Oh, for heaven's sake," snapped Mrs. Smith. "A lot of good it does you to go to church."

There, just over there, sat a man. He was blind as a bat since the day he was born. Never saw his mother’s face. Never saw, well, anything. So his other senses were probably pretty keen, by now. He could hear very well. And he had surely heard a lot of stuff from a lot of people by now. Some stuff you can’t repeat in mixed company. Some directed at others, some at himself.

Like the day he was sitting by the road when he heard the thunder of footsteps from a large crowd of folks. “Must be something special going on today at temple,” he thought, listening to the people coming toward him. “Wait ‘til they’re closer to stick out the hand and the basket for a few coins. This may turn out to be a good day, after all.” “Wait…. Wait… they’re almost here…Wow, there’s a lot of talking going on. Sure do hope they hear me, or see me. Maybe I better stand up. Hey…. The footsteps have slowed. They’re quieter now.”

Then he heard the question. “Who sinned, this man, or his parents…” You kind of expect him to say, “Hello up there. I’m blind. Not deaf!” . . .

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