Central United Methodist Church
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Endicott, New York
Central United Methodist Church, Endicott, NY
A Reconciling Congregation

Of Pharisees and Tax Collectors
Rev. Dr. Michelle Bogue-Trost
October 23, 2016
      

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DESCRIPTION PRESENTER(s) START TIME
Greeting Pastor Michelle 0:25
Announcements Carolyn Stanford 1:33
We Are Called to Worship Carolyn Stanford 7:10
"I Sing the Almighty Power of God" Song # 152 Red 8:25
A Time for the Child in All of Us Pastor Michelle 10:08
"A Canon of Praise" Chancel Choir 13:50
Psalm 65 Carole James 17:04
"Central Is ..." Created by Knud Hansen 19:22
"You Are My All in All" Chancel Choir 26:10
"We Walk By Faith" Song # 2196 33:47
Pastoral Prayer & Lord's Prayer Pastor Michelle 34:10
Luke 18:9-14 Anne DePugh 43:04
The Sermon Pastor Michelle 44:18
"They'll Know We Are Christians" Song # 2223 56:12
Blessing Pastor Michelle 58:50

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Scripture

Psalm 65    The Message (MSG)

A David Psalm

 

65 1-2 Silence is praise to you,
    Zion-dwelling God,
And also obedience.
    You hear the prayer in it all.

 

2-8 We all arrive at your doorstep sooner
    or later, loaded with guilt,
Our sins too much for us—
    but you get rid of them once and for all.
Blessed are the chosen! Blessed the guest
    at home in your place!
We expect our fill of good things
    in your house, your heavenly manse.
All your salvation wonders
    are on display in your trophy room.
Earth-Tamer, Ocean-Pourer,
    Mountain-Maker, Hill-Dresser,
Muzzler of sea storm and wave crash,
    of mobs in noisy riot—
Far and wide they’ll come to a stop,
    they’ll stare in awe, in wonder.
Dawn and dusk take turns
    calling, “Come and worship.”

9-13 Oh, visit the earth,
    ask her to join the dance!
Deck her out in spring showers,
    fill the God-River with living water.
Paint the wheat fields golden.
    Creation was made for this!
Drench the plowed fields,
    soak the dirt clods
With rainfall as harrow and rake
    bring her to blossom and fruit.
Snow-crown the peaks with splendor,
    scatter rose petals down your paths,
All through the wild meadows, rose petals.
    Set the hills to dancing,
Dress the canyon walls with live sheep,
    a drape of flax across the valleys.
Let them shout, and shout, and shout!
    Oh, oh, let them sing!

 

Luke 18:9-14    The Message (MSG)

The Story of the Tax Man and the Pharisee

9-12 He told his next story to some who were complacently pleased with themselves over their moral performance and looked down their noses at the common people: “Two men went up to the Temple to pray, one a Pharisee, the other a tax man. The Pharisee posed and prayed like this: ‘Oh, God, I thank you that I am not like other people—robbers, crooks, adulterers, or, heaven forbid, like this tax man. I fast twice a week and tithe on all my income.’

13 “Meanwhile the tax man, slumped in the shadows, his face in his hands, not daring to look up, said, ‘God, give mercy. Forgive me, a sinner.’”

14 Jesus commented, “This tax man, not the other, went home made right with God. If you walk around with your nose in the air, you’re going to end up flat on your face, but if you’re content to be simply yourself, you will become more than yourself.”

The Message (MSG)

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