May we all rejoice in the Resurrection of Lord Jesus Christ! As we revel in this
Easter Joy, I want to personally thank the entire parish for their commitments
during Lent and especially Holy Week. Our liturgy was profound and beautiful
in both spoken word and with heavenly music. The church building was
adorned in starkness for Lent and Holy Week and in great beauty for the Great
Vigil and first Sunday of Easter! We are truly blessed with the love and energy
by ALL who have participated and assisted others as we have made our church
a beacon of worship for all who would enter in and join our fellowship. We saw many new faces and visitors as
well as family members from near and
far. Holy Friday and Saturday brought sister and brother Christians from
several other faith traditions and we thank the participation of our guest priests and ministers; Pastor Brad
Bray from All Saints Lutheran, Rev. Mark McGuire from St. Paul's Episcopal-Lee's Summit, and Rev. Don
Compier, the Dean of the Bishop Kemper School for Ministry. I leave you this week with words from George
Herbert . . .
Rise heart: thy Lord is risen. Sing his praise
Who takes thee by the hand, that thou likewise
With him mayst rise:
That, as his death calcined thee to dust,
His life may make thee gold, and much more just.
Awake, my lute, and struggle for thy part
With all thy art.
The crosse taught all wood to resound his name,
Who bore the same.
His stretched sinews taught all strings, what key
Is best to celebrate this most high day.
Consort both heart and lute, and twist a song
Pleasant and long:
Or since all music is but three parts vied
O let thy blessed Spirit bear a part,
And make up our defects with his sweet art.
I got me flowers to straw thy way;
I got me boughs off many a tree:
But thou wast up by break of day,
And brought'st thy sweets along with thee.
The sunne arising in the East,
Though he give light, & th'East perfume;
If they should offer to contest
With thy arising, they presume.
Can there be any day but this,
Though many sunnes to shine endeavour?
We count three hundred, but we misse:
There is but one, and that one ever.