Perhaps you recall the Lenten season of 2017. The choir sang an anthem that moved my heart more than any anthem before, or since. The words were written by a Jewish boy, in a concentration camp, as best I recall. They are simple, but not simplistic.
"I believe in the sun. I believe in the sun. I believe in the sun, even when... even when... it's not shining...."
"I believe in love. I believe in love. I believe in love, even when... even when... I can't feel it...."
"I believe in God. I believe in God. I believe in God, even when... even when... God is silent...."
These words resonate in my heart and soul at this moment as I grieve the state of our beloved United Methodist Church. No doubt there are many who cheer, although how, I cannot imagine. We are broken.
Brothers and Sisters, we are a church that believes in, proclaims, and stakes our life in Resurrection! We believe in God who can take the fragments of broken glass and turn them into a beautiful masterpiece of a stained glass window.
We will have CHURCH on Sunday, March 3rd and we will celebrate the sacrament of Holy Communion. Our Sunday service will be slightly altered so that as senior pastor I can preach all four services. We will worship at 8:30, 9:30 with 10:50 and 11:00 combined in the sanctuary at 11:00 a.m.
Rise up! People of God! Now is the time for God to make something beautiful of our brokenness!