Called by Love: The First Parish in Brookline Podcast
Sermons, meditations, stories, and songs, from the Minister and members of First Parish in Brookline.
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Called by Love: The First Parish in Brookline Podcast
Just the Music: November 5, 2023 "Right-Sizing the Congregation"
First Parish In Brookline
November 5, 2023
Right-Sizing the Congregation
Order of Service
Thank You/Send Me (Amanda Udis-Kessler)Chancel Choir,
Thank you for everything, all that is.
Send me to love and serve and give.
Thank you for all that is.
As you’ve given, may I give.
Thank you. Send me.
Opening Hymn Woyaya (Teal Hymnal, #1020)
Go Out and Love the World
Go out and love the world!
Vá e ame o mundo!
¡Vayan a amar al mundo!
Ale e renmen tout moun! (2x)
AnthemWhat Will I Do? (words: Rev. Marta I. Valentín; music: Chancel Choir
Mark David Buckles; arr. Keith Kirchoff)
What will I do?
Where will I go?
When will I know?
It’s time to set sail or sow?
Offertory Sunday Mornings (Susan Werner)Lisa Barone
Sunday morning
There is someplace that i'm supposed to be
Keeps returning
The feeling keeps coming over me
Just like music
Or like sunlight on a distant memory
Sunday mornings
Sunday mornings
My mother choosing what to wear
My father combs his jet black hair
We are their little prizes
In our mary janes and clip on ties
We hurry down the aisle
The neighbors smile because we're late again
On Sunday mornings
There is someplace that I'm supposed to be
Keeps returning
The feeling keeps coming over me
Just like music
Or like sunlight on a distant memory
Sunday mornings
Sunday mornings
Daddy prays because the money's tight
Mama prays she'll raise her children right
And my brother prays he'll change
So he won't feel so very strangely out of tune
And I went back the other day
Closed my eyes and tried to pray
But a voice spoke loud and clear
"You ask too many questions, dear"
And i said, "You asked too few"
That's why i still don't know quite what to do
On Sunday mornings
There is someplace that i'm supposed to be
Sunday mornings
Sunday mornings
Closing Hymn We Give Thanks (Teal Hymnal, #1010)