Preparing for Sunday - 8.13.2017
Sermon Summary: Have you ever been to a good party that you didn’t want to end? Have you ever spent time with friends that was so sweet that it convinced you that if there really is a heaven, it must certainly be like this? What do these experiences have to do with Jesus? Come this week to find out as we take a look at John chapter 2.
Passage to Consider: John 2:1-11
1 On the third day there was a wedding at Cana in Galilee, and the mother of Jesus was there. 2 Jesus also was invited to the wedding with his disciples.3 When the wine ran out, the mother of Jesus said to him, “They have no wine.”4 And Jesus said to her, “Woman, what does this have to do with me? My hour has not yet come.” 5 His mother said to the servants, “Do whatever he tells you.”
6 Now there were six stone water jars there for the Jewish rites of purification, each holding twenty or thirty gallons. 7 Jesus said to the servants, “Fill the jars with water.” And they filled them up to the brim. 8 And he said to them, “Now draw some out and take it to the master of the feast.” So they took it. 9 When the master of the feast tasted the water now become wine, and did not know where it came from (though the servants who had drawn the water knew), the master of the feast called the bridegroom 10 and said to him, “Everyone serves the good wine first, and when people have drunk freely, then the poor wine. But you have kept the good wine until now.” 11 This, the first of his signs, Jesus did at Cana in Galilee, and manifested his glory. And his disciples believed in him.
Confession of Sin:
God of joy and life,
we come to you as a people hungry for good news.
We have overlooked the joy you offer us.
Forgive us for being preoccupied with our own pleasures.
We have missed the life you set among us.
Forgive us for attempting to order our own life.
Forgive us, gracious God.
Open our eyes and our hearts to receive your gifts,
For Jesus sake, Amen.
Song to Consider:
‘Tis joy enough, my all in all, At thy dear feet to lie
Thou will not let me lower fall, And none can higher fly
Oh, lord, the sorrows I’ve endured, Are great beyond my control
No other hand but thine can cure, The anguish of my soul
To thee I sing in my dark hour, To thee my eyes are cast
My heart lifted by redeeming power, All fades, but thou shalt last
All my desires to thee are known, Thine eye count every tear
And every sigh and ev'ry groan, Is noticed by thine ear
Thou will display thy sovereign grace, From where all comforts spring
I will employ my lips in praise, To thee salvation sing!