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SERVICE SUMMARY:

“Trust is earned, not given,” we like to say. But when trust is lost, squandered, or exploited, it’s even more difficult to get it back. When wounded, our hearts become suspicious and slow to trust. Yet we all need a faithful friend; someone we can trust; someone who is loyal and consistent; someone who never stands us up or lets us down. Join us this Sunday as we look at the Faithfulness of God from the Prophet Isaiah.

 

REFLECTIONS:

So when the devil throws your sins in your face and declares that you deserve death and hell, tell him this: “I admit that I deserve death and hell, what of it? For I know One who suffered and made satisfaction on my behalf. His name is Jesus Christ, Son of God, and where He is there I shall be also!

—Martin Luther

I will remember you, will you remember me?

—Sarah McLachlan

 

 

SCRIPTURE:

Luke 15: 11-24a

And [Jesus] said, “There was a man who had two sons. And the younger of them said to his father, ‘Father, give me the share of property that is coming to me.’ And he divided his property between them. Not many days later, the younger son gathered all he had and took a journey into a far country, and there he squandered his property in reckless living. And when he had spent everything, a severe famine arose in that country, and he began to be in need. So he went and hired himself out to one of the citizens of that country, who sent him into his fields to feed pigs. And he was longing to be fed with the pods that the pigs ate, and no one gave him anything.

“But when he came to himself, he said, ‘How many of my father’s hired servants have more than enough bread, but I perish here with hunger! I will arise and go to my father, and I will say to him, “Father, I have sinned against heaven and before you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son. Treat me as one of your hired servants.”’ And he arose and came to his father. But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and felt compassion, and ran and embraced him and kissed him. And the son said to him, ‘Father, I have sinned against heaven and before you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son.’ But the father said to his servants, ‘Bring quickly the best robe, and put it on him, and put a ring on his hand, and shoes on his feet. And bring the fattened calf and kill it, and let us eat and celebrate. For this my son was dead, and is alive again; he was lost, and is found.’”

 

Isaiah 49:13–21

Sing for joy, O heavens, and exult, O earth;
   break forth, O mountains, into singing!
For the Lord has comforted his people
   and will have compassion on his afflicted.

14 But Zion said, “The Lord has forsaken me;
   my Lord has forgotten me.”

“Can a mother forget the baby at her breast,
And have no compassion on the child she has borne?
Though she may forget,
I will not forget you!
See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands;
Your walls are ever before me.
Your sons hasten back,
And those who laid you waste depart from you.
Lift up your eyes and look around;
All yours sons gather and come to you.
As surely as I live,” declares the LORD, “you will wear them all as ornaments;
You will put them on, like a bride.

“Though you were ruined and made desolate
and your land made waste,
Now you will be too small for your people,
And those who devoured you will be far away.
The children born during your bereavement
Will yet say in your hearing,
‘This place is too small for us;
Give us more space to live in.’
Then you will say in your heart,
‘Who bore me these?
I was bereaved and barren;
I was exiled and rejected.
Who brought these up?
I was left all alone,
But these–where have they come from?”

 

 

CONFESSION OF SIN: During this season of Lent we will be singing our confessions of sin. There will be space for silent, private confession during the song. Please use this time to reflect on the ways you’ve failed to love God and your neighbor and confess them to our Merciful God.

Falling down upon our knees,
sharing now in common shame,
We have sought security,
not the cross that bares Your name.
Fences guard our hearts and homes—
comfort sings a siren tune.
We’re a valley of dry bones;
Lead us back to life in You.

silent confession

Lord we fall upon our knees,
we have shunned the weak and poor,
Worshipped beauty, courted kings,
and the things their gold affords,
Prayed for those we’d like to know—
favor sings a siren tune.
We’ve become a talent show;
Lead us back to life in You.

silent confession

You have caused the blind to see,
we have blinded him again
With our man-made laws and creeds,
eager, ready to condemn.
Now we plead before Your throne—
power sings a siren tune.
We’ve been throwing heavy stones;
lead us back to life in You.

We’re a valley of dry bones; lead us back to life in You.
We’ve become a talent show; lead us back to life in You.
We’ve been throwing heavy stones; lead us back to life in You.