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27th April 2003

The flowers gracing the sanctuary are given to the glory of God and in loving memory of my beloved twin sister, Elsa Johansson and in honor of my nephew Karl and fiancée Janet’s wedding today by Anna Schroeder.

We express deepest thanks to Anna Schroeder who lovingly prepared Easter Candy for each one of our congregants last Sunday. Your lovingkindness is appreciated!

Let us pray for healing and comfort for Jo Safay & Hank Erickson, both of whom are critically ill this morning in the hospital.

O Light invisible, we praise Thee!
Too bright for mortal vision,
O Greater Light, we praise Thee for the less;
The eastern light our spires touch at morning,
The light that slants upon our western doors at evening,
The twilight over stagnant pools at batflight,
Moon light and star light, owl and moth light,
Glow-worm glowlight on a grassblade.
O Light Invisible, we worship Thee!

We thank Thee for the lights that we have kindled,
The light of altar and sanctuary;
Small lights of those who meditate at midnight
And lights directed through the coloured panes of windows
And light reflected from the polished stone,
The gilden carven wood, the coloured fresco.
Our gaze is submarine, our eyes look upward
And see the light that fractures through unquiet water.
We see the light but see not whence it comes.
O Light Invisible, we glorify Thee!

In our rhythm of earthly life we tire of light. We are glad when the day ends, when the play ends; and ecstasy is too much pain.
We are children quickly tired: children who are up in the night and fall asleep as the rocket is fired; and the day is long for work or play.
We tire of distraction or concentration, we sleep and are glad to sleep.
Controlled by the rhythm of blood and the day and the night and the seasons.
And we must extinguish the candle, put out the light and relight it;
Forever must quench, forever relight the flame.

Therefore we thank Thee for our little light, that is dappled with shadow.
We thank Thee who has moved us to building, to finding, to forming at the ends of our fingers and beams of our eyes.
And whem we have built an altar to the Invisible Light, we may set thereon the little lights for which our bodily vision is made.
And we thank Thee that darkness reminds us of light.
O Light Invisible, we give Thee thanks for Thy great glory!

T. S. Eliot

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