Central United Methodist Church
Tuesday, September 19, 2017
Endicott, New York
Central United Methodist Church, Endicott, NY
A Reconciling Congregation

The Seven Last Words
Rev. Dr. Michelle Bogue-Trost
Good Friday, April 14, 2017
      

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DESCRIPTION PRESENTER(s) START TIME
"When I Survey the Wondrous Cross" "When I Survey the Wondrous Cross" 0:30
Welcome Welcome 5:10
Call to Worship Call to Worship 5:50
"I Stand Amazed" "I Stand Amazed" 7:29
"Bleessed Redeemer" "Bleessed Redeemer" 9:30
"Jesus, Remember Me" "Jesus, Remember Me" 16:03
"Lamb of God" "Lamb of God" 22:30
"And Can it Be That I Should Gain" "And Can it Be That I Should Gain" 27:45
"The Power of the Cross" "The Power of the Cross" 30:10
"A Purple Robe" "A Purple Robe" 34:30
"Gethsemane" "Gethsemane" 39:05
Isaiah 53:4-6,9 Isaiah 53:4-6,9 45:45
"Our Darkness" "Our Darkness" 46:50
Benediction Benediction 54:45

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Scripture

Isaiah 53:4-6    The Message (MSG)

2-6 The servant grew up before God—a scrawny seedling,
    a scrubby plant in a parched field.
There was nothing attractive about him,
    nothing to cause us to take a second look.
He was looked down on and passed over,
    a man who suffered, who knew pain firsthand.
One look at him and people turned away.
    We looked down on him, thought he was scum.
But the fact is, it was our pains he carried—
    our disfigurements, all the things wrong with us.
We thought he brought it on himself,
    that God was punishing him for his own failures.
But it was our sins that did that to him,
    that ripped and tore and crushed him—our sins!
He took the punishment, and that made us whole.
    Through his bruises we get healed.
We’re all like sheep who’ve wandered off and gotten lost.
    We’ve all done our own thing, gone our own way.
And God has piled all our sins, everything we’ve done wrong,
    on him, on him.

7-9 He was beaten, he was tortured,
    but he didn’t say a word.
Like a lamb taken to be slaughtered
    and like a sheep being sheared,
    he took it all in silence.
Justice miscarried, and he was led off—
    and did anyone really know what was happening?
He died without a thought for his own welfare,
    beaten bloody for the sins of my people.
They buried him with the wicked,
    threw him in a grave with a rich man,
Even though he’d never hurt a soul
    or said one word that wasn’t true.