
Thanks to Terry we are back Hump Day at least for a week. Woke to find Terry got the gratitude started today. So . . . your Hump Day 5.0 from Terry!
A weekly sharing of gratitude.
22-23"Count yourself blessed every time someone cuts you down or throws you out, every time someone smears or blackens your name to discredit me. What it means is that the truth is too close for comfort and that that person is uncomfortable. You can be glad when that happens—skip like a lamb, if you like!—for even though they don't like it, I do . . . and all heaven applauds. And know that you are in good company; my preachers and witnesses have always been treated like this.
Jesus Idea of blessings, of things we should be thankful for, seem to fly in the face of our expectations. The saints, those who follow Jesus, see challenges as blessings.
Thanks for the blessings Grandview Park has found in the midst of the tremendous loss, hunger and tears of the last couple of months.
Thanks for the 25 saints gathered for prayer on a cool Wednesday night at the church.
Thanks for the spontaneous lunch crew of Stella, Veronica, DeDe, Sonia, Maria, Carmen and others who have satisfied our hunger after church the last few weeks.
Thanks for Orlando Gallardo, the young seminarian who will bring the message to us this Sunday.
Thanks for all the saints, who from their labors rest, Who Thee by faith before the world confessed, Thy Name, O Jesus, be forever blessed. Alleluia, Alleluia!
2 Peter 2:10 reminds us of our call "to tell others of the night-and-day difference God made for you—from nothing to something, from rejected to accepted." So, all you saints, even though we are a day late, let's hear of your blessings.
Gimme cinco!
Pastor Rick
9-13 Oh, visit the earth,
ask her to join the dance!
Deck her out in spring showers,
fill the God-River with living water.
Paint the wheat fields golden.
Creation was made for this!
Drench the plowed fields,
soak the dirt clods
With rainfall as harrow and rake
bring her to blossom and fruit.
Snow-crown the peaks with splendor,
scatter rose petals down your paths,
All through the wild meadows, rose petals.
Set the hills to dancing,
Dress the canyon walls with live sheep,
a drape of flax across the valleys.
Let them shout, and shout, and shout!
Oh, oh, let them sing!
24-25"Listen carefully: Unless a grain of wheat is buried in the ground, dead to the world, it is never any more than a grain of wheat. But if it is buried, it sprouts and reproduces itself many times over. In the same way, anyone who holds on to life just as it is destroys that life. But if you let it go, reckless in your love, you'll have it forever, real and eternal.