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Christ the King

Crown him with many crowns, 
The Lamb upon his throne;
Hark, how the heav’nly anthem drowns
All music but its own.
Awake, my soul, and sing
Of him who died for thee,
And hail him as thy matchless king
Through all eternity.
NIKA is from the Greek for Victory;
IC XC is a common Greek abbreviation for Jesus Christ.

“Where, O death, is your victory?
Where, O death, is your sting?”

The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law. 
But thanks be to God! He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
1 Corinthians 15:55-57

Verse 1 of  “Crown Him with Many Crowns” from the Lutheran Book of Worship.

Kneeler cushion designed by my mom; needlepointed by many members of our church.. All rights reserved.

Reformation Sunday (Yes, I know it was last week!)

October 31 is Reformation among us Lutherans. When I lived in a small town, we had to GO TO CHURCH for Reformation before we could go trick-or-treating. Now, most churches celebrate Reformation on the last Sunday in October. This is a week late, but Ed sent me this video clip about the Reformation that I just had to share with you.

Now That’s a Whale of a Story!

When I was single and lived alone, I often spent Sunday mornings in bed. I would have a leisurely day, drinking coffee, going out for a doughnut, reading the paper. I’ll admit, I really miss those leisurely Sundays.

When I was growing up, my family was so Lutheran that October 31 was known as Reformation Day. Church first, to celebrate Martin Luther nailing those 95 Theses on the Wittenberg church door, and only then could we go trick-or-treating. I was raised in the church by my pastor father and teacher mother.

I never lost my faith on those church-less Sunday mornings, and now that I am married and have daughters, I attend church much more regularly. Ed and I sing in the choir, and I teach Sunday school. But when I look at some past posts, I have mostly written about my faith when I am remembering someone who has died. Losing someone you love is a time when you need faith the most. But I also want my faith to be living, uplifting, and active.

The Bible verse that we chose for Sunday school this year not only leads me in teaching children about faith, but it also leads me in my life: “Your word is a lantern to my feet and a light upon my path.” Psalm 119:105

When I don’t want to get out of bed on Sunday mornings, or when I’m cranky because we can never seem to get out the door on time and I haven’t had enough coffee, I need to remember this verse. Sometimes church seems more like a responsibility than a need. I do need worship; I need to be reminded of how my faith lifts me up, in good and bad times.

So if you’re wondering where I am this morning, it’s not lying in bed with the paper; I’ll be singing hymns and teaching the story of Jonah and the whale. I’ll also be sipping that cup of church coffee in a Styrofoam cup!

A Source of Comfort

My Uncle Rolland was a tall, thin man. While I was growing up, I only saw him when our families were on vacation together. He was the type of man who wore his black dress socks and shoes with shorts. He occasionally stepped outside to smoke a cigarette with my Uncle Art. When my dad and his brothers were playing catch with a watermelon, one of them threw the watermelon at Uncle Rolland. He looked at it and didn’t flinch. It smashed on the ground at his feet. He looked at it, drink in hand, and said, “I wasn’t going to catch that!” My cousins and I thought he was hilarious. We had so much fun on those family vacations of ours.

It was during one of those vacations that I found out my uncle was sick. I was sitting by him and he waved his hand at his legs, showing me bruises. He probably said something along the lines of “These are a result of this affliction of mine.” He had been diagnosed with leukemia. That summer he and I talked about having cancer; I was going through chemotherapy and my hair was beginning to fall out. I would run my fingers through my hair and release it onto the beach. Uncle Rolland said the doctors told him he wouldn’t lose his hair to chemo, which he was about to begin.

I gained comfort on that vacation, talking with my uncle about an affliction we both had in common. We had different diseases, different treatments, but we both had cancer. Uncle Rolland endured a lot more chemotherapy than I did. I was fortunate enough to see him several more times before he was taken to his true home about a year and a half after that summer.

For all the saints who from their labors rest,
All who by faith before the world confessed,
Your name, O Jesus, be forever blest.
Alleluia! Alleluia!

From earth’s wide bounds, from ocean’s farthest coast,
Through gates of pearl streams in the countless host,
Singing to the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost:
Alleluia! Alleluia!

Text: William W. How, 1823-1897

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