Top of mind “This Week at Hope” is our mourning and rejoicing for Jenny Crouse and her family and friends, with her funeral taking place tomorrow, Thursday at 11:00a. Dwayne has a memorial service planned which will be very much reflective of the scene at the dedication of Solomons Temple in 2 Chronicles 6, where the white garment is worn, the singers are singing, and the stringed instruments are playing, and the praises of the saints are like incense rising up like beautifully mixed perfume… since we are created to make the sweet smelling aroma of perfume together for, “God is good…’ Dwayne says it best, “Come celebrate with us “grandma” Jenny Crouse’s change of address to the Celestial City.   The celebration service will be at the Wake Forest Cemetery, located at 400 N. White St., Wake Forest, Thursday morning 11:00 AM.  https://www.wakeforestnc.gov/cemetery.aspx.  Come dressed in garments of praise as we seek to encourage one another in the hope we have. 

For scripture this week is John 5;1-18, where Jesus heals a lame man at the Pool of Bethesda. On the one hand, He is declaring his compassion for the impotent as well as His authority the lame. But this is not all. On the other hand, He is denouncing a false religion which has lost delight on the Sabbath. This corrupted, legalistic merciless religious culture had become disconnected with the mercy of God on the Sabbath. The Jews were the ones breaking the Sabbath, not Jesus. Yet Jesus uses this incident to declare his deity. This is the reason they want to kill him.

Don’t forget to pray for the 6 am Saturday meetings for the “School of Ministry,” as we consider the doctrine of Christ through a course conducted by Sam Waldron of Covenant Baptist Theological Seminary.

Also, check out, Read 2018 – Weekly Webinar each Friday, where I am discussing the passage of scripture for the week with a pastor from around the nation. I will be doing this with approximately 30 pastors. Last week I was on with Justin Huffman from Cincinnati. this Friday at 3:00 I will be discussing the scripture with our dear brother Clarence Simmons from Mt. Zion Bible Church where Jeff Pollard serves alongside.

Please remember to pray for the ministry at Carillon on Thursday night at 6:30. Check with Alan Hillman if you are able to join in. And if not, please pray. I plan to be on the phone at 6:45 to pray with whoever will join me using this conference call-in number 857-216-6700 and conference code: 730738

Tonight prayer will be held at the Brown’s Barn at 7 pm.

The songs we will be singing on Sunday are:

All The Way My Savior Leads Me

All The Way My Savior Leads Me  
All the way my Savior leads me
What have I to ask beside?
Can I doubt His tender mercy
Who through life has been my guide
Heavenly peace, divinest comfort
Here by faith in Him to dwell
For I know what e’er befall me
Jesus doeth all things well
For I know what e’er befall me
Jesus doeth all things well

All the way my Savior leads me
Cheers each winding path I tread
Gives me grace for every trial
Feeds me with the living bread
Though my weary steps may falter
And my soul a thirst may be
Gushing from the rock before me
Lo, a spring of joy I see
Gushing from the rock before me
Lo, a spring of joy I see

All the way my Savior leads me
O the fullness of His love
Perfect rest to me is promised 
In my Father’s house above
When my spirit clothed immortal
Wings its flight to realms of day
This my song through endless ages
Jesus lead me all the way
This my song through endless ages
Jesus lead me all the way

Have Thine Own Way
Have Thine own way, Lord!
Have Thine own way!
Thou art the Potter; I am the clay
Mold me and make me after Thy will
While I am waiting, yielded and still

Have Thine own way, Lord!
Have Thine own way!
Search me and try me, Master, today
Whiter than snow, Lord, wash me just now
As in Thy presence, humbly I bow

Have Thine own way, Lord!
Have Thine own way!
Wounded and weary, help me, I pray
Power – all power – surely is Thine!
Touch me and heal me, Savior divine!

Have Thine own way, Lord!
Have Thine own way!
Hold o’er my being absolute sway!
Fill with Thy Spirit till all shall see
Christ only, always living in me!

Jesus, Lover of My Soul
(tune: Aberystwyth)
Jesus, Lover of my soul,
Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is high:
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide,
O receive my soul at last!

Other refuge have I none,
Hangs my helpless soul on thee;
Leave, ah! leave me not alone,
Still support and comfort me!
All my trust on thee is stayed,
All my help from thee I bring;
Cover my defenseless head
With the shadow of thy wing.

Thou, O Christ, art all I want;
More than all in thee I find:
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Just and holy is thy Name;
I am all unrighteousness;
False and full of sin I am,
Thou art full of truth and grace.

Plenteous grace with thee is found,
Grace to cover all my sin;
Let the healing streams abound;
Make and keep me pure within:
Thou of life the Fountain art,
Freely let me take of thee;
Spring thou up within my heart,
Rise to all eternity.

I Asked the Lord that I Might Grow
I asked the Lord that I might grow
In faith and love and ev’ry grace,
Might more of His salvation know,
And seek more earnestly His face.

‘Twas He who taught me thus to pray,
And He, I trust, has answered prayer,
But it has been in such a way
As almost drove me to despair.

I hoped that in some favored hour
At once He’d answer my request
And, by His love’s constraining pow’r,
Subdue my sins and give me rest.

Instead of this, He made me feel
The hidden evils of my heart
And let the angry pow’rs of hell
Assault my soul in ev’ry part.

Yea, more with His own hand He seemed
Intent to aggravate my woe,
Crossed all the fair designs I schemed,
Humbled my heart and laid me low.

“Lord, why is this,” I trembling cried;
“Wilt Thou pursue Thy worm to death?”
“’Tis in this way,” the Lord replied,
“I answer prayer for grace and faith.”

“These inward tri-als I employ
From self and pride to set thee free
And break thy schemes of earthly joy
That thou may’st find thy all in Me.”

Pass Me Not, O Gentle Saviour
Pass me not, O gentle Saviour,
Hear my humble cry;
While on others thou art smiling,
Do not pass me by.

   Saviour, Saviour, hear my humble cry;
   While on others thou art smiling,
   Do not pass me by.

Let me at a throne of mercy
Find a sweet relief;
Kneeling there in deep contrition,
Help my unbelief.

Trusting only in thy merit,
Would I seek thy face;
Heal my wounded, broken spirit,
Save me by thy grace.

Thou the Spring of all my comfort,
More than life to me,
Whom have I on earth beside thee?
Whom in heav’n but thee?