I went to the community Maundy Thursday service last night. As the vestments were stripped from the altar and the dark candlesticks were carried from the sanctuary, it seemed that HOPE went with them.
This evening's Good Friday service will be another somber reminder of the sacrifice Jesus made on my behalf.
But we know the rest of the story. We know the promise of Easter morning. This month's theme at Lovely Branches Ministries is HOPE. On this Good Friday, I encourage you to head on over to Lovely Branches Ministries to read my April post and those from the other bloggers.
Even though HOPE seems distant today as we read the Biblical account of Jesus' betrayal, suffering and death on a cross, we have the promise of new life.
Hymn of Promise isn't a traditional Easter hymn, but, for me, it perfectly illustrates the hope that we can find if we place our faith in Jesus Christ and his promises.
Hymn of Promise
In the bulb, there is a flower In the seed, an apple tree. In cocoons a hidden promise Butterflies will soon be free. In the cold and snow of winter There's a spring that waits to be Unrevealed until its season, something God alone can see.
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There's a song in every silence, seeking word and melody. There's a dawn in every darkness, bringing HOPE to you and me. From the past will come the future; what it holds, a mystery, unrevealed until its season, something God alone can see.
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In our end is our beginning; in our time, infinity; In our doubt, there is believing;
in our life, eternity. In our death, a resurrection; at the last, a victory, unrevealed until its season, something God alone can see.
In the bulb, there is a flower In the seed, an apple tree. In cocoons a hidden promise Butterflies will soon be free. In the cold and snow of winter There's a spring that waits to be Unrevealed until its season, something God alone can see.
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There's a song in every silence, seeking word and melody. There's a dawn in every darkness, bringing HOPE to you and me. From the past will come the future; what it holds, a mystery, unrevealed until its season, something God alone can see.
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In our end is our beginning; in our time, infinity; In our doubt, there is believing;
in our life, eternity. In our death, a resurrection; at the last, a victory, unrevealed until its season, something God alone can see.
Happy Easter to you and yours!
Beautiful solo last night (as I knew it would be) - hope to see you tonight also.
ReplyDeleteThank you! Yes, I'll be singing at the Good Friday service, too. I always find the community services meaningful - all of us coming together and worshiping as one. Happy Easter to you!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful words and pictures, Kim! Would love to hear this!
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