Passing the Tissue

This past week, we have done one thing that large families do so well. We shared a cold. I suppose since we still have a lot of stuffy noses, watery eyes, and scratchy throats, I shouldn’t use the past tense. We are sharing a cold. Right now. In this moment. No one is immune. From the toddler to the dad.

We loved our church family enough to keep our sneezes and coughs at home. As we had a fellowship meal schedule after church today, I am sure they appreciated contamination free food. Amen.

There are days when I want to beat my head against the wall thanks to the headache and heartache that technology and internet can bring.  The online world and the number of devices that allow access can be overwhelming to manage at times. Today was a wonderful example of the good of the internet.

Even though we could not gather for corporate worship with our church family, we did worship at home as a family in our living room. It only took a moment and a speaker was plugged in, Bibles and notebooks were handy, and the message began.

The toddler took a nap during the sermon (just like most Sundays; habits are a beautiful thing), little ones kept hands busy but quiet, and the older ones took notes. And it was worship. His Word was preached. Truth was spoken. Hearts were touched.

Instead of passing the plate, we passed the tissue. Praying you all had a wonderful day of worship.

If you might need a message to listen to this week, here is the one we listened to today. For me, it was powerful.

A Tender Word to Pharisees Luke 15:25-31

The Power of the Cross

The Power of the Cross

Oh, to see the dawn
Of the darkest day:
Christ on the road to Calvary.
Tried by sinful men,
Torn and beaten, then
Nailed to a cross of wood.

This, the pow’r of the cross:
Christ became sin for us;
Took the blame, bore the wrath—
We stand forgiven at the cross.

Oh, to see the pain
Written on Your face,
Bearing the awesome weight of sin.
Ev’ry bitter thought,
Ev’ry evil deed
Crowning Your bloodstained brow.

Now the daylight flees;
Now the ground beneath
Quakes as its Maker bows His head.
Curtain torn in two,
Dead are raised to life;
“Finished!” the vict’ry cry.

Oh, to see my name
Written in the wounds,
For through Your suffering I am free.
Death is crushed to death;
Life is mine to live,
Won through Your selfless love.

This, the pow’r of the cross:
Son of God—slain for us.
What a love! What a cost!
We stand forgiven at the cross.


“Surely He has borne our griefs
And carried our sorrows;
Yet we esteemed Him stricken,
Smitten by God, and afflicted.
But He was wounded for our transgressions,
He was bruised for our iniquities;
The chastisement for our peace was upon Him,
And by His stripes we are healed.
All we like sheep have gone astray;
We have turned, every one, to his own way;
And the Lord has laid on Him the iniquity of us all. ”  Isaiah 53: 4-6