Scripture:  John 19:1-16a

Sermon: All Our Kings

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Prayer

You, O Lord, give us birds singing in the morning and the slow rising sun seen through icicles. There is a festival of blues in the sky and on the snow as the earth rotates to face the sun. It is all a wonder that makes it clear that the artist loves beauty. We praise your name, O beautiful God.

When next we wake and find a dank drizzle falling through dark cold morning, we will not cease our praise of you. We will find wonder in the small drops of water that descend and find comfort in the embrace of a hiding darkness. We will look out for a sun rising in someone’s soul or for a song of the dawn in our hearts. You name we will still praise for the earth is filled with your glory.

After the day progresses and bird songs give way to car sounds, after the snow is no longer a blank canvas for color but a danger to hip and pride – We will still sing your praise. Your gift and giving create constant changes, ever new opportunities to see creativity living and evolving. All praise to your Holy Name.

We look forward to praising your name for bringing the beauty of healing and wholeness to those that grieve, heal, recuperate or prepare for procedures.

Surely all the earth is filled with you glory. For the beautiful sights, we give our thanks. Create on O Lord. Let your works of beauty speak of your spirit when all mouths are opened in awe.

Awe men…