Sunday Worship Service ~ August 9, 2026

Call to Worship (traditional)
Glorious Lord, we give you greeting!
Let the church and the chancel praise you.
Let the plain and the hillside praise you.
Let the dark and the daylight praise you.
Let the air and the ether praise you.
Let the books and the letters praise you.
Let the thought and the action praise you.
Glorious Lord, we give you greeting!

Unison Prayer (Francesca Battistelli)
I’m an empty page, I’m an open book;
Write your story on my heart.
Author of my hope, Maker of the stars,
Let me be your work of art.  Amen.

Words of Assurance:  Philippians 1:6, NIV
He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.

The Lord’s Prayer
Our Father,
who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come,
thy will be done,
on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread;
and forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil;
for thine is the kingdom,
and the power,
and the glory forever.
Amen.

Opening Song: Brandon Lake & Nick Jonas, “The Author”

Scriptures: John 1:1, John 1:14a, John 21:25, Revelation 20:12, NIV 

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.  The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. 

Jesus did many other things as well. If every one of them were written down, I suppose that even the whole world would not have room for the books that would be written.

And I saw the dead, great and small, standing before the throne, and books were opened. Another book was opened, which is the book of life. The dead were judged according to what they had done as recorded in the books.

Sunday Sermon

Summertime is reading time. There’s more natural daylight, so it’s fun to read with a sunbeam shining on the pages, or to take a book to the beach. When I’m walking between people at the beach and I see them reading a book, I always try to angle myself so I can see what they’re reading, whether it’s Dostoyevsky or a romance novel.

The best book I’ve read this summer is called Etna. It’s about a dog walking home after a war, narrated by the dog. The best book I’ve read this year is Ukrainian Field Notes, a series of interviews with Ukrainian musicians. The next book on my reading list is Are They Dead Yet? which is about obituaries. (We may not have the same taste!)

A good novel contains memorable characters, a picturesque setting, and an engaging narrative that includes tension and resolution. If the book is well written, it’s okay to leave it open-ended. Perhaps the worst way to end a book is “he woke up, and it was all a dream.” There are many bad ways to end a book. I used to like dark endings, but not any more. Life is dark enough. In one of my least favorite books, a couple argues for 300 pages, then they finally start getting along and get in a car accident and die. Reviewers said this was a happy ending! It’s not a happy ending!

Here’s some bad news (or good news, depending on your mood). Within 120 years, we are all going to die. Sorry. And someone will write our obituary. And people will tell stories about us. And other people will shape the narrative of our lives, and we won’t be around to contradict them. This is kind of a bummer. At any given point, we could be at the end of our story and not know it. But many of us are at the beginning of our story, some are in the middle and all of us have some pages left, even some chapters, maybe even a good portion of the book, and we don’t know how it ends. This means we still have some control.

You’ve probably heard the expression, “Take control of your own narrative.” Or consider this question: “How do you think God wants your story to end?” Here’s another: “Can you team up with God to get to that ending?”

I have three friends now who are going through times of transition. No one is sure how their stories are going to end. One of them is 22 days sober as of yesterday. He still doesn’t have a home or a job. Another has just moved and started a new business after getting out of an abusive relationship. Another is mourning the loss of both her sons, trying to concentrate on her faith and her love for her grandchildren.

Here are some endings I like. In my first church, I had a youth counselor who was 70. He kept trying to retire from youth work, but the kids loved him. He was diagnosed with an aggressive form of cancer and had his duodenum and other internal organs removed. His scar looked like he had been bitten in the chest by a shark. His doctor told me that the surgery would buy him a year at most. A couple years later he came back to the youth group. Five years later he got married. He lived to be 90.

Here’s another. A couple I knew had retired after long careers and were looking forward to being grandparents. They met a pair of teenaged girls who were being abused. Even though they weren’t related, they sued for custody and won, and became parents all over again. Now they have more grandchildren than they had ever imagined.

Here’s another. I once worked in a very small church with a very small choir, and one of the choir members really couldn’t sing. I mean, no offense, but she was terrible. She also had special needs. But she loved to sing, and the choir kept giving her solos, and she just beamed when she sang, and it was the most incredible demonstration of love.

Any of these stories could have gone another way. The ones that are still unfolding could still go another way. But a month ago, one of the friends I mentioned earlier was living in his car, and the other was being abused. Your situation may or may not be as dramatic. If you’re young, you may be thinking about what sort of career you will have, if you want to get married, where you might live. If you’re middle-aged, you may be thinking about the empty nest or a second career or reevaluating your life. If you’re older you may be thinking you’ve done everything and now the exciting parts of your life are over and you’re either good with that, sad about that or want more. And all of these stories can still go in one or more directions.

Where does God want your story to go next? Do you like what God is offering as a possibility for your life?

I know the plans I have for you,” God tells Jeremiah, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” God wants the best for us. But sometimes God leads us into a desert, or a fire, or the belly of a whale.

Here are some stories that could have gone another way, but didn’t. The people were escaping through the Red Sea, but they were being chased by chariots. A giant was terrorizing the land, and no one could stand against him. An enemy army was approaching, and had the town surrounded. Three people were thrown into a blazing furnace, another into a pit of lions. Two parents were on the run with their baby after the king issued orders to have him killed. A soldier asked Jesus to heal his child, but before Jesus could get there, the child died. Then Jesus himself was killed.

The Bible is filled with such stories. Our faith is comprised of close escapes, changes of heart, unexpected miracles. If all things are possible through Christ, then all endings are possible as well.

Maybe you’re in a situation right now that is weighing you down. Maybe it is a trap of the mind, where you can’t stop thinking negative thoughts. Maybe it’s a relationship situation, where you can’t see a way out or through. Maybe it’s a medical condition with no apparent solution. Maybe you’re stuck in a cycle of mourning or regret. Maybe you have no idea how you’re going to make ends meet. Maybe you think there’s nothing left between now and the end except waiting it out. God says, “it doesn’t have to be this way.” God asks, “Is there another way to look at what you’re going through?” God challenges us to see things through his eyes, to change the narrative and to write a better ending.

Paul was a master at defining his own narrative; perhaps that’s why his words carry such weight. He had a great story going: the man who persecuted Christians, only to become one himself. But then he was arrested and thrown in prison, where he would remain until he died. And he had a painful physical ailment no one could cure. He might have asked why. Then he remembered that things didn’t go so well for Jesus either. He came to the conclusion that God still had more for him to do and that the Lord could use his pain and his prison to turn his story into glory.

We think that we are very good at understanding the stories we are in, but often we are not. Only God has the complete picture. Sometimes we go through something terrible with no apparent meaning, and only decades later, when we are able to help someone with the same problem, do we understand the value of our own pain. The older we get, the more likely we are to glimpse the arc of our own narrative.

Just as God is giving us the choice of having a good day or a bad day, God is giving us the power to choose our own narrative, to decide what forks to take, to determine what ending we will eventually have. God is trying to write for us the best possible ending, and has done everything he can to ensure we get there. But it’s still our choice. What kind of book will you be?

Closing Song: Francesca Battistelli, “Write Your Story”

Benediction
May your story be glorious,
as its twists and turns lead to a satisfying denouement. Amen.

Sunday Worship Service ~ August 2, 2026

Call to Worship: Psalm 19:1-2, NIV
The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
Day after day they pour forth speech;
night after night they reveal knowledge.

Unison Prayer
Lord, help us to praise you in these ordinary days.  Remind us that you are there in the routine and the mundane, in our daily toil and the restless hours of the night.  While we long for peak experiences, teach us the beauty of the in-between.  Amen.

Words of Assurance: Lamentations 3:22b-23a, NIV
God’s compassions never fail; they are new every morning.

The Lord’s Prayer
Our Father,
who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come,
thy will be done,
on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread;
and forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil;
for thine is the kingdom,
and the power,
and the glory forever.
Amen.

Opening Song: Phil Wickham, “Everyday Hallelujah”

Scripture: Psalm 23:1-3a, KJV 
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. 
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:
he leadeth me beside the still waters. 
He restoreth my soul. 

Sunday Sermon

According to the Christian calendar, we are currently in the longest season of the church, which stretches from Pentecost to Advent. This season is called Ordinary Time. Due to an odd quirk of the English language, the word “ordinary” does not mean “ordinary,” but “ordered” or “numbered; the somewhat boring church name for today is the Tenth Sunday after Pentecost, and this numbering system will stay in place until the 26th Sunday after Pentecost, which we will call The Day After Santaport.

Ordinary time will restart after Christmas and continue until Lent. And as much as scholars would like people to forget the modern meaning of the word “ordinary,” this tracks well with church attendance, as most people view Christianity as a religion with two special seasons, culminating in Christmas and Easter, with long stretches in-between when attendance dips. During these weeks, some people even forget it’s Sunday.

For example, one Sunday I went to Stop & Shop before church and met a parishioner who asked, “So, what are you up to today?” You should have seen their expression when I said, “You mean after church?” I got a real deer-in-the-headlights look as the person suddenly realized that a) it was Sunday, b) they should probably be in church; c) they had no intention of going to church and d) maybe they’d have to go to church now because I caught them!

In Ordinary Time, we have a lot of ordinary days. And on ordinary days, it’s easy to lose track of God. The message for today is that the ordinary does not have to be ordinary.

Ordinary things do not get much press. The shortest Gospel is Mark, which has 16 chapters. Most people could read it in an hour. It covers all three years of Jesus’ ministry. The Chosen covers everything up to the crucifixion in 40 hours, with events seemingly unfolding in real time. If you take out sleeping, that means all three years of Jesus’ teaching and healing could have taken place in three days, which means either a) Jesus did nothing for about 1000 days or b) in the middle of all the cool things, he did a lot of ordinary things.

It’s always good to have something to look forward to, but we do our lives a disservice when we live only for the Next Big Thing. It would be weird, for example, to start looking forward to Christmas right after Easter, unless you were a C & E person, and as I like to remind people, we’re here every week. In terms of our church, the Last Big Thing was UM Army, and the Next Big Thing is the Blessing of the Animals with Band and BBQ, but that doesn’t mean everything in-between is unimportant. Or to use another example, some friends of mine just celebrated their Silver Anniversary, but that doesn’t mean all the fun is over until their Golden Anniversary. Or at least we hope not!

Commercials try to make us think that everything is exciting. Wow, look at my new walk-in-shower! Wow, look at that new orange latte! Wow, this new movie looks great! Wow, here’s a pill to solve all my problems! Even one of the phone companies – it may have been Verizon – just introduced a hip-hop video with dancers to show how happy people are when they switch carriers. But normal people don’t spontaneously dance when they save money by switching to Verizon.

The commercials get one thing really wrong: most things are not this exciting. But they accidentally get one thing really right: ordinary things do have value. When we pair this realization with faith, we get gratitude.

The #1 Christian song in the country this week is “Everyday Hallelujah” by Phil Wickham. Here are the opening lyrics:

I can see You in the morning
Painting colors in the sky
I can see You in the glory
Of those starry diamond nights, in all those moments in between
I feel Your goodness over me and I just thank You
I thank You

I can feel You in my children
Wrap their arms around my neck
If I counted to a million
I’d still have a million left of what You give and I receive
I lay it all back at Your feet and I just thank You
I thank You

In the joy and in the pain
In the sun and in the rain
Every breath gonna bless Your name
Here’s my everyday hallelujah
For the love and for the grace
For the hope that’s never gonna fade away
Let my life be a life of praise
Here’s my everyday hallelujah

The song captures an important aspect of the Christian life: hallelujahs are not just for Christmas and Easter. In my last church, many of the trustees stopped coming to church because they said they couldn’t get from their cars to the sanctuary without someone bringing up a building problem, and then after church the same thing happened in reverse. So I made an announcement that on Sundays, every time someone brought up a non-emergency instead of sending an email or text to the trustees, their response was going to be “hallelujah.” This might sound crazy, but it worked; the trustees started coming back, the rest of the church started treating them like normal human beings again and there were a lot more hallelujahs.

What is an everyday hallelujah? For Phil Wickham, it’s not only sunrises and starry nights, but the moments in-between, the most important of which is spending time with his kids. A lot of my friends have kids, and as soon as they started having them, we stopped doing really exciting things. We stopped going to Six Flags or hiking or the movies, and instead I would come over, hang out with the kids, we’d make hamburgers and hot dogs and the kids would get tired at 9 and go to bed, which meant there was about 15 minutes left before the parents got tired and needed to go to bed. And every family I know has apologized for this, but to me a couple hours of games and a barbecue is absolutely an everyday hallelujah.

An everyday hallelujah is the realization that God is blessing us all the time. You may remember that during UM Army Week, it was super-hot and smoky, and I was going non-stop and didn’t have time to water my chrysanthemums, and they all died. I thought it was probably hopeless to start watering them again, but I did, and now little chrysanthemums are blooming. That’s an everyday hallelujah. I took my work team to Michael’s because one of them wanted to buy a yellow wig for Yellow Day, and we went to the section where they were supposed to be and they were all out, but then someone said there was a second place in the store where they might be, and there was one wig left, and it was a yellow one, and to Avery, the girl who was looking, this was not only an everyday hallelujah, but a yelp ~ and she couldn’t stop talking about it.

How many of you woke up today? That is an everyday hallelujah. How many of you are alive right now? That is an everyday hallelujah. How many of you look forward to Coffee Hour even though you don’t know what the snacks are going to be? That’s an everyday hallelujah. I think that in the times between the miracles and the teachings, when the disciples were just hanging out and talking, or walking between towns, or sharing meals, Jesus modeled the everyday hallelujah. You can tell in the way he spoke about salt and light and seeds and grain and sparrows and fish that he appreciated the everyday gifts. He didn’t have to perform a miracle every day when life itself was the miracle. He didn’t have to preach every day because the whole earth was the sermon.

It’s rare to read only the first part of the 23rd Psalm, but that’s what we did this morning. Nothing much happens in the beginning of the psalm, but in another sense, everything happens. For most of us, visiting a meadow and a river is not very exciting. But imagine you are a sheep. Today your shepherd has led you to a green pasture, which is an all-you-can-eat buffet. He has led you beside still waters rather than rapids or waves, so you won’t fall in and you are able to drink. This is an everyday hallelujah, or as the sheep like to call it, a baa-lelujah. This day might blend into the other days, but is no less a miracle for it. After the meal, you, the sheep, feel restored. You have received everything you need, and as a result, you are content.

Now imagine that you are a human (this should be easy!). Today God has already given you a sunrise and promised you a sunset. In-between, there will be some kind of weather, some wind, some clouds, some peeks of sun, perhaps a little rain, during the day warm but not hot, during the night cool but not cold. You have probably already eaten. If you haven’t, there’s free food down the hall. If you haven’t yet had a smile and a pleasant conversation, the chances will increase the longer you stay. The people around you are like you in all the ways that count. They either know God or are seeking God. They are trying to be decent human beings. They are fighting the good fight. They believe in goodness and grace. You belong to a community of love, and it’s bigger than this church; it stretches around the globe. How many hallelujahs is that?

In the ordinary days, in Ordinary Time, between events, when nothing special seems to be going on, in the dog days of summer, in the heat and humidity, in the thunderclouds and the rain, may we find our everyday hallelujahs. Amen.

Closing Song: Glen Hansard, “Winning Streak”

Benediction