Softly and Tenderly

 January 20 2008

Opening with Dad

Announcements by sister including a potluck/movie after church -- it is a 'bitter cold morning' similar to weather we've been having here this week.

Joy and Concerns include voting on members to be trained for ministry in an upcoming event/meeting.

Special Day song

Prelude - Piano

Responsive Reading/Hymn/Offertory/Scripture/Children Story and Song

Prayer Requests - mom requests prayers for the cancer of the bladder for her brother-in-law [NOTE: her prayers were answered as he continues to do well to the date of this post at 91 years old.]

Hymn

Prayer

Sister Preachers starting around 51 minutes (gets cut off)

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Hello Readers,

Today's service opens with my Dad opening the service with Softyly and Tenderly another hymn in 3 (the meter dad excels). It occured to me recently that once my accounts on google are expired the links to the services will no longer be available to listeners, moving forward I will do my best to synopsize with this in mind. I will also connect them to my own life when possible.

In early 2008, I was finishing up my last year at my first teaching job and about to be hired to my first full time job at a small rural district. It was an exciting and somewhat scary time, much like my mom's prayer request. My sister preaches about giving testimony and telling the truth as a witness. The sermon challenges us to 'show up to testify or there is no case' and that is what I am challenging myself to do. Without the audio, readers will rely on the Blogger posts to testify regarding how my family celebrated and worshiped each week. My sister's ability to preach includes orating well-prepared sermons, blending scripture and real-life examples. 

Thanks for reading.

Stay well,

AmyBH

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