The Writing on the Wall
This is the digital prayer wall for The Search. Use the form on this page to add a joy or concern or artful responses to worship to the wall so others can particpate with you.
This is the digital prayer wall for The Search. Use the form on this page to add a joy or concern or artful responses to worship to the wall so others can particpate with you.
Wow! you have really created a worship service that appeals to different mind styles and learning styles. The creativity and sound theology never ceases to amaze me. Keep up the great work As for the post by "John" perhaps the best thing we can do is what Jesus commanded and that is to plant seeds. Leave the growing of the seeds to the Holy Spirit. Perhaps we should try the best we can to live by faith in the unknowing of what happens to the seeds we plant. I wonder if Moses contemplated what seeds he and God had planted as the Israelites crossed into the promised land. Perhaps ministry is like that. People in our congregations hear the Good News, the seeds are planted, the Holy Spirit grows and nurtures them, yet we may never know what the harvest will be years from now.We can have faith in the promises of God and that these seeds are in God's care
So it saddens me to think that you are concerned with us GenX pastors (I'm a 30-something) that won't have a place to serve. We will. I love traditional church, too. I just don't like "contemporary/praise & worship" churches! I think there is a better way, and you can bet your boots that it starts with community. That is very much one of our values and why I continue to serve THE SEARCH>
Would love to chat with you more, but you didn't leave your email. Please do: suzanne@uccftw.com.
Be well and of joy for our journey to Bethlehem has ended with a glorious star, angels singing and Savior.
Rev. Suzanne Castle
I welcome your comments.
Then I went to the ribbon tying net.
I tied my bells to it and when I did, my spirit lift and I felt warm and happy. They jingled and I thank Jesus for helping me to forgive myself.
Then I grabbed a ribbon and prayed to the lord to free me from some ignorance. I tied the ribbon to the net next to my bells that were tied there. When I tied my ribbon to the net to free myself of my sin of ignorance my bells jingled and I thanked the lord for giving me more opportunities to be a better parent.
Then I grabbed another ribbon and I prayed to the lord to help free me from my lack of patience. Then I tied that ribbon to the net next to my bells that were tied there. When I did my bells that were tied to the net jingled once again and I thanked the lord for giving me more opportunities to build a better relationship with my daughter.
I really liked that. Asking, freeing, thanking. It was most therapeutic.
The Search does not constitute an end,
nor is it about beginnings
It is a place where the searching,
find what’s in between
The Search provides a home,
where judgments are not judged,
where prayer’s not just prayed,
but spoken from the soul
The Search cannot be touched,
at least not with our hands,
but that which it can touch,
our hands could never hold
The Search is not for all,
nor is it just for some,
Its strength lies in its song,
that sings to those who dare
just wanted to let anyone checking this out know that it was a huge blessing to work/worship with you all from january thru june!
thanks so much for all you are, aspire to be, and will always be becoming.
peace of christ, todd
I feel I’m always on the fringes.
On the outside looking in.
Wondering what I have to do
To feel alright again
(Do you ever feel that way too?)
Getting so close to what I need
Then missing it by a mile
Wondering who can even hear me
In my self-imposed exile.
(You know what I’m talking about, don’t you?)
I know I’m hearing those lies again
Or that’s what everyone said
But they don’t know that those lies
Are the words that echo in my head.
(A bitter legacy we carry, isn’t it?)
Oh dear God please take the pain
And shame and make me new
Can it really be that I can stand
In the light with a God like You?
(Goes against everything the world has to say.)
That’s the hardest part of all
At the core of my belief
That God would love me just as I am
For we are all sinners and liars and thieves.
(When everyone else turns away, I can see Your Face.)
And when I wonder what to say or
How to act for You to make me your own,
I look inside, die to pride, and
You guide me safely home.
(It's safe and warm and welcoming here.)
I thank You, Lord...for the open acceptance of the Search and UCC. Christ's love is in action here. Amen.
(written in response to worship on 11.5.06)
Chaos sparks a revolutionary turn
Its dreams are not about order
but its order is about dreams
At a moment, any moment,
the moment Chaos strikes,
the beauty that’s seen in it,
or the idea that there’s not,
depending on the turn,
can be discovered, by the choice
Chaos is a melted rainbow
that had to be smeared,
before it is smoothed,
before its colors saturate the earth
Chaos is a cry for clarity
It’s a splinter in the mind
that once discovered
and pulled,
brings peace
The mystery in chaos,
the reason for its existence,
is that at a moment,
the moment can occur
I'm following.
May Your blessings continue to weave us together to be what you want us to be: THE FACE OF GOD... Thank you for THE SEARCH. Amen and Amen