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The United Baptist Church

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This past Sunday's Vocal Selection was accompanied by Melissa Snavely and sung by David R. Evans:

Know That My Redeemer Lives by Scott Soper

I know that my Redeemer lives, the One who calls me home.
I long to see God face to face, to see with my own eyes.
I know that my Redeemer lives, that I shall rise again.
I know that my Redeemer lives, that I shall rise again.

I know that I shall one day see the goodness of the Lord,
When God will wipe away our tears, and death will be no more.
I know that my Redeemer lives, that I shall rise again.
I know that my Redeemer lives, that I shall rise again.

The last day I shall rise again, shall be remade like God.
My home shall be by God's own side, the dying, rising Lord.
I know that my Redeemer lives, that I shall rise again.
I know that my Redeemer lives, that I shall rise again.

Words and Music by Scott Soper, ©1990, OCP, Portland, Oregon

Music Used by Permission: CCLI #2028596

In Case You Missed 9/06/20 Worship, David R. Evans, Minister with Music, played his trumpet, and the inspiring hymnal lyrics follow:

Sent Forth By God's Blessing    arr. Anna Laura Page

Sent forth by God’s blessing,
Our true faith confessing,
The people of God from His dwelling take leave.
The service is ended;
Oh, now be extended
The fruits of this service in all who believe. 
The seed of His teaching,
Receptive souls reaching,
Shall blossom in action for God and for all.
His grace did invite us,
His love shall unite us
To work for God’s kingdom and answer His call.
With praise and thanksgiving
To God ever living,
The tasks of our everyday life we will face.
Our faith ever sharing,
In love ever caring,
Embracing His children of each tribe and race.
With Your grace You feed us,
With Your light now lead us;
Unite us as one in this life that we share.
Then may all the living
With praise and thanksgiving
Give honor to Christ and His name that we bear.

Words: Omer Westendorf, 1964  Tune: The Ash Grove, Welsh Folk Tune
Arr. Anna Laura Page  ©1990, Van Ness Press, Inc., Nashville, TN

Poetry from Walter Brueggemann's Collection, "Awed to Heaven, Rooted in Earth" (author's capitalization and punctuation) 

UBC 9/13/20 Used for Benediction - Pentecost Scripture Acts 2:1-16        To make things new that never were

We name you wind, power, force, and then, 

                imaginatively, "Third Person."

We name you and you blow . . .

      blow hard,

      blow cold, 

      blow hot, 

      blow strong,

      blow gentle, 

      blow new . . . 

Blowing ithe world out of nothing to abundance,

blowing the church out of despair to new life, 

blowing little David from shepherd boy to messiah, 

blowing to make things new that never were.

     So blow this day, wind, 

           blow here and there, power,    

           blow even us, force, 

Rush us beyond ourselves, 

Rush us beyond our hopes, 

Rush us beyond our fears, until we enact your newness in the world. 

     Come, come spirit. Amen.  [Written for reading 1 Samuel 16:1-13, April 13, 2000]

UBC 9/6/20 Used for Benediction          Kingdoms rage . . . and we are called

Kingdoms rage; 

empires tremble; 

cities totter. 

      You speak assurance;

      You designate human agents; 

      You say, "This is my beloved son";

      You say, "This is my anointed."

Right in the middle of chaos, 

you designate human agents who do your will. 

And we are not sure:

      We would rather it were you, 


                   straight on and visible. 

But you stay hidden in your holy splendor, 

         and we are left with human agents

         about whom we are never sure. 

So we name Jesus, "son of David";

                   so human and frail, even if kicked upstairs; 

                   so vulnerable, even if transformed in song and creed. 

And then, in a flash, it may dawn on us:

                   You call and designate people like us, your agents. 

Kingdoms rage . . . and we are called.

Empires tremble . . . and we are designated. 

Cities totter . . . and we are summoned . . . 

                   like the first David, like the second David . . .

                   us, vulnerable, frail, anxious, your people. 

                   And we are dazzled. Amen. 

UBC 8/30/20 Used for Benediction          We would know more of you

You are the God of all truth, the God of deep hiddenness.

     God of all hiddenness who shows yourself in your being hidden,

           who hides yourself in your disclosures, 

     we would know more of you 

           of your goodness and your mercy, 

           of your large purposes and long-term dreams.

In your presence we become aware of how little we know of ourselves,

          of our interests and passions, 

          of our fears and dreads,

          of our own wonderments and gifts.

In your truthfulness, let us know more of you

          and in knowing you, ourselves as well.

We pray in the name of Jesus, where we see you fully, 

          and ourselves clearly. [ed: Unify us, your disciples] Amen.     Old Testament theology class / September 29, 1998

UBC 8/23/20 Used for Benediction:          Three times holy

One time holy,

Two times holy,Three times holy, 

    All cry, "Holy, holy, holy."

You . . . holy,

You . . . unutterable, dread-filled, beyond us . . .

    so unlike us. 

We dare glimpse your presence:

    Your holiness testifies to our uncleanness, 

    your fierceness tells our apathy, 

    your peaceableness notices our pugnacity, 

    your generosity bespeaks our stinginess. 

So unlike you,

    yet called by you,

    yet sent by you,

    yet authorized by you,

        to hard places,

        to tough times,

        to resistant circumstances. 

Called . . . your instruments . . . to the hard places 

    that match your holy purposes . . . 

       peace, mercy, compassion . . . 

       your holy purposes that lead us to that unbearable 


Called to Friday as your instruments, 

       we are dazzled, more dazzled than grateful. Amen.    [On Reading Isaiah 6 / October 9, 2001] 

UBC 8/9/20 Use for Benediction, only these sections were read aloud:           The voice we can scarcely hear

   You are the voice we can scarcely hear

   because you speak to us about dying and suffering,

   and we are impacted by so many voices . . . 

We do know that you are the voice that gives life,

that you are the voice that opens futures to people who are hopeless.

   So we pray for new ears. 

We pray that your voice may be more audible to us, 

that we may be able to sort out the death-giving

from the life-giving voices among us. 

   We pray in the name of Jesus, 

   through whom you have spoken

   in such inscrutable ways.  Amen.   [October 1, 1976 - how relevant today in 2020!]