Dear Brothers and Sisters, Prayer will be held at the Brown Barn

Our scripture passage for the week is Isaiah 1:18-23 where God makes an appeal to “come let us reason together” – to draw near. This is the same call Jesus makes in Matthew 11:28, “come to me all you who are weary and heavy laden.” He is so kind to draw us and to say, “Come to the waters,” and “Let the spirit and the bride say come.” Why? so that we might reason together. Christianity is a rational religion. And, it is most reasonable to come. To refuse would be to be trapped in the grips of irrationality. The result of listening to the reasoning of God: cleansing – deep and wide cleansing. We notice from this passage that there is a vast difference between the repentant and the unrepentant. There is washing and cleanness. There is a new birth, a new name, a new heart. No longer a goat, but a sheep. No longer darkness but light. No longer dead but alive. This is the vastness of the change. That is what happens when one listens to the reasoning of God.

Rejoice with Jeff Friddle on this…”I was hoping you could pass on a note to everyone. I know it is not a birth announcement, but there has been much labor involved. Today I have been blessed to be seen through the completion of the main living quarters of my home and as of 2:30 today I have passed all inspections and will receive the CO and power this week. I am so thankful for all of the prayers and help through this process. I look forward to soon being back in the area on a full time basis that I might be able to walk closer with the family God has blessed me with. I am so thankful for all the hospitality I have been shown through this time. I was made to feel at home in the church even while I was without one. I look forward to seeing how God will use this place, which He has used greatly in my life already, to be a blessing to others. Even as I have learned so much in the building process. I am all the more thankful for the care that God is using in building us together as a church. Thankful, Jeff Friddle

The songs are as follows,

Imortal, Invisible, God Only Wise
Immortal, invisible, God only wise
In light inaccessible hid from our eyes
Most blessed, most glorious, the Ancient of Days
Almighty, victorious – Thy great name we praise

Unresting, unhasting, and silent as light
Nor wanting, nor wasting, Thou rulest in might
Thy justice, like mountains, high soaring above
Thy clouds, which are fountains of goodness and love

To all, life Thou givest – to both great and small
In all life Thou livest – the true life of all
Thy wisdom so boundless, Thy mercy so free
Eternal Thy goodness for naught changeth Thee

Great Father of glory, pure Father of light
Thine angels adore Thee, all veiling their sight
All praise we would render – O help us to see
‘Tis only the splendor of light hideth Thee!

Whate’er My God Ordains Is Right
Whate’er my God ordains is right:
Holy his will abideth;
I will be still whate’er he doth;
And follow where he guideth:
He is my God: though dark my road,
He holds me that I shall not fall:
Wherefore to him I leave it all.

Whate’er my God ordains is right:
He never will deceive me;
He leads me by the proper path;
I know he will not leave me:
I take, content, what he hath sent;
His hand can turn my griefs away,
And patiently I wait his day.

Whate’er my God ordains is right:
Though now this cup, in drinking,
May bitter seem to my faint heart,
I take it, all unshrinking:
My God is true; each morn anew
Sweet comfort yet shall fill my heart,
And pain and sorrow shall depart.

Whate’er my God ordains is right:
Here shall my stand be taken;
Though sorrow, need, or death be mine,
Yet am I not forsaken;
My Father’s care is round me there;
He holds me that I shall not fall:
And so to him I leave it all.

Not What My Hands Have Done
Not what my hands have done can save my guilty soul;
Not what my toiling flesh has borne can make my spirit whole.
Not what I feel or do can give me peace with God;
Not all my prayers and sighs and tears can bear my awful load.

Your voice alone, O Lord, can speak to me of grace;
Your power alone, O Son of God, can all my sin erase.
No other work but Yours, no other blood will do;
No strength but that which is divine can bear me safely through.

Thy work alone, O Christ, can ease this weight of sin;
Thy blood alone, O Lamb of God, can give me peace within.
Thy love to me, O God, not mine, O Lord, to Thee,
Can rid me of this dark unrest, and set my spirit free.

I bless the Christ of God; I rest on love divine;
And with unfaltering lip and heart I call this Savior mine.
His cross dispels each doubt; I bury in His tomb
Each thought of unbelief and fear, each lingering shade of gloom.

I praise the God of grace; I trust His truth and might;
He calls me His, I call Him mine, My God, my joy and light.
’Tis He Who saveth me, and freely pardon gives;
I love because He loveth me, I live because He lives.

In Christ Alone
In Christ alone my hope is found
He is my light, my strength, my song
This Cornerstone, this solid Ground
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm
What heights of love, what depths of peace
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease!
My Comforter, my All in All
Here in the love of Christ I stand

In Christ alone! – who took on flesh
Fullness of God in helpless babe!
This gift of love and righteousness
Scorned by the ones He came to save
Till on that cross as Jesus died
The wrath of God was satisfied
For every sin on Him was laid
Here in the death of Christ I live

There in the ground His body lay
Light of the world by darkness slain
Then bursting forth in glorious Day
Up from the grave He rose again!
And as He stands in victory
Sin’s curse has lost its grip on me
For I am His and He is mine
Bought with the precious blood of Christ

No guilt in life, no fear in death
This is the power of Christ in me
From life’s first cry to final breath
Jesus commands my destiny
No power of hell, no scheme of man
Can ever pluck me from His hand
Till He returns or calls me home
Here in the power of Christ I’ll stand!

Glorious Things of Thee Are Spoken
Glorious things of thee are spoken,
Zion, city of our God;
He, Whose Word cannot be broken
Formed thee for His own abode:
On the Rock of Ages founded,
What can shake thy sure repose?
With salvation’s walls surrounded,
Thou may’st smile at all thy foes.

See, the streams of living waters,
Springing from eternal love,
Well supply thy sons and daughters,
And all fear of want remove:
Who can faint, while such a river
Ever flows their thirst t’assuage?
Grace which, like the Lord, the Giver,
Never fails from age to age.

Round each habitation hovering,
See the cloud and fire appear
For a glory and a cov’ring,
Showing that the Lord is near:
Thus deriving from their banner
Light by night and shade by day,
Safe they feed upon the manna
Which He gives them when they pray.

Savior, if of Zion’s city
I, through grace, a member am,
Let the world deride or pity,
I will glory in Thy Name:
Fading is the worldling’s pleasure,
All his boasted pomp and show;
Solid joys and lasting treasure
None but Zion’s children know.

Whate’er My God Ordains Is Right