Sunday, August 26, 2018

Thy Will Be Done



Note....this post is at least as much of a bookmark for me as it is anything else....I was deeply moved this morning, something that rarely happens for me in church-the-way-people-usually-think-about-church.  It tapped into a number of things that run deep in me.

When we go to church in the "get up & go to church" kind of way, we usually go just a few miles from home to Edmonds United Methodist Church.  Pastor Sandy Brown is in the midst of a sermon series on The Lord’s Prayer and the phrase of focus today was here:  “thy will be done.”  Regardless of your spiritual leanings, have you ever thought about that line?  Really thought about it?  Have you ever said these words?  Really said them?  Trusting that, even knowing what was highest and most honorable in your longing in that moment, you too would be better served by at least uttering such a phrase and probably by the fulfillment of it?

In unfolding his thoughts on this line and the havoc wreaked in our societies and connections as we live for our own self-interests, he referenced a beautifully written obituary penned by the late Senator John McCain.  Read it at the link below.  The words of a man, about a man, both of whom understood what it was to hold fast to their convictions and in that to also honor holy humanity before them.  The service closed this morning with a hymn that speaks the same dynamic.  A third verse is added to the UMC hymnal but I offer the traditional first two in the below recording.


Salute To A Communist.  John S. McCain


This Is My Song
(recording here, lyrics below)

This is my song, O God of all the nations,
A song of peace for lands afar and mine.
This is my home, the country where my heart is,
Here are my hopes, my dreams, my holy shrine.
But other hearts in other lands are beating,
With hopes and dreams as true and high as mine. 

My country's skies are bluer than the ocean,
And sunlight beams on clover leaf and pine.
But other lands have sunlight too, and clover,
And skies are everywhere as blue as mine.
O hear my song, thou God of all the nations,
A song of peace for their land and for mine.

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