Remembering My Words (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In seeing the notation, the theme of our worship, remembering my words, asking me if he had read my poem ...
In seeing the notation, the theme of our worship, remembering my words, asking me if he had read my poem ...
Complete abandon unbridled joy the collie running as fast as its legs would go oblivious to the world around people ...
Joyously, with wonder, awe aware of their moment the urgings of their spirits moving together, one body one community, living ...
The church the community one body walking with the shepherd dying in him into the depths facing our cross, our ...
Viewing this scripture, the rising of our faith from that one upper room to the ends of the earth With ...
By the flames, his breath Holy spirit filling them empowered to speak November 7, 2009 Annual Church Conference moderated by ...
Like those first disciples gathering, confused, afraid seeing the risen Christ feeling the breath of God falling upon them, bodily ...
We must be, each one of us open to the spirit's call as the first disciples were on that fateful ...
What must those disciples have thought, hearing these words of the risen Christ coming to them, into the room even ...
Not a an adjective and a noun living church an adverb and verb our lives different doing worship, in our ...
Empowered, given a charge sent, into the world the disciples on that night receiving the holy word The spirit of ...
Forever changed, different these followers of Christ while he traveled and preached healed and walked upon the earth Empowered by ...
No longer followers only cloistered in the upper room ready to act, to go, to do to spread his loving ...
Now, today, not just in the upper room, the flames of Pentecost still, now, today, the Holy Spirit filling us, ...
When we find our voice when we feel the master's call the spirit being the one who gives us words ...
The door locked the disciples huddled in Jesus entered anyway that is how the story would begin The church as ...
physically, a presence breathing upon them the living, risen Christ giving them power breathing the spirit into their yearning hearts ...
the words repeated, "Peace to you, just as the father sent me, so I send you receive the holy spirit" ...
audibly, the sound of His breath breathing life, the Holy Spirit received physically, the risen messiah standing in their midst ...
Timid followers no more emboldened to act the spirit living within them given by the savior's breath no longer hiding ...
After the tomb, found empty the confusion, the road to Emmaus Christ alive, but what were they to do Hiding ...
The leaders, the disciples gathered in one place behind a locked door fear upon their face Huddled in prayer not ...
going, as the savior did out into the world, to share to bring a message of love, of hope Where ...
Out of our pews, our studies out onto the street to share Christ to be Christ, claiming the name follower ...
More than the master able, with God's aid incredible things miracles to perform little seeds of love to share in ...
The church, at its start a parable of a seed echoing the master's words in his parable of the mustard ...
What she offering, in giving her all all that she had, offering herself giving herself to God trusting in the ...
Our voices not in unison harmony, the same melody the same loving story Different voices different gifts singing together blended ...
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