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SUMMARY:Holy Saturday (The Day of Nothingness) for services prior to the Paschal Vigil
DESCRIPTION:Below you will find the Bible readings set for this occasion in the Revised Common Lectionary\, with our Australian idiomatic paraphrases of them. \n\n\n\nBible Readings (paraphrased)\n\n\n\nLections from The Revised Common Lectionary. Copyright 1992 by the Consultation on Common Texts(CCT) P.O. Box 340003\, Room 381\, Nashville\, TN 37203-0003\, USA. Used with Permission. \n\n\n	\n\n		\n			\n				  Job 14: 1-14			\n		\n\n		\n		 \n \n	Job addressed God saying: \nWhat happened to dying ‘old and full of days’?\n‘Few of days and full of grief’\nseems to be the lot of everyone born.\nLike flowers\, we’re lucky to survive the heat of a single day;\nlike shadows\, we never survive the fall of night. \nSo why have you set your sights on me?\nWhy are you dragging me into court as though I was your equal?\nHow can anyone like me\, born in the gutter\,\nexpect to come out clean on legal street? Not a chance! \nThe length of our lives is already set.\nYou have decided how long we’ve got\,\nand when our number’s up\, there is nothing we can do about it.\nSo why not back off and give us a break?\nCan’t we do our time without you standing over us? \nA tree can still have hope\neven if it is cut down in its prime.\nThere is every chance\nthat it will sprout again and flourish.\nEven if its stump rots away\nand its roots wither in the ground\,\nit only needs a whiff of water and it buds again\nand comes up strong like a young plant reborn. \nBut we mere mortals die\, and that’s it.\nDead and buried\, no human is ever seen again. \nJust like a lake drying out in a never ending drought\,\nor a river fading to a trickle and then its gone\,\nso too we mortals crumble to dust\nwith no hope of a second time round.\nWe think we’ll wake up in the morning\,\nbut no way! Not till hell freezes over. \nIf only the land of the dead was just a prison\nand you could lock me safely away till your anger cools down.\nYou could fix my sentence\nand remember me when my time was done.\nThen I could serve my time and hang on to hope\,\nas I counted down the days till my release.\nWishful thinking!\nWhen we mere mortals die\, that’s it\, isn’t it? \n©2013 Nathan Nettleton LaughingBird.net \n\n\n			\n	\n		\n\n		\n			\n				  Lamentations 3: 1-9\, 19-24 (alternative 1st reading)			\n		\n\n		\n		 \n \n	I have borne the brunt of your anger\, God.\nI have suffered the punishment you dished out.\nYou drove me away from the light\nand left me facing the darkness alone.\nYou singled me out for a beating;\nand belted me around day and night. \nUnder your hand\, my body wasted away\,\nand my bones were cracked and broken.\nYou were constantly in my face\,\nstanding over me\, keeping me in fear.\nYou locked me up in darkness\nand death seemed close at hand. \nYou have fenced me in with barbed wire\,\nand chained my ankles for good measure.\nI can cry for help all I like\,\nbut you’ve blocked your ears.\nYou built permanent blockades on every road.\nWherever I go\, I am turned back. \nThe reality I’m facing is like a bitter taste in my mouth.\nGrief and deprivation poison my mind. \nI can’t stop thinking about it over and over\,\nbut every thought makes me want to die. \nThe one thing that gives me hope\,\nthe one thing I keep reminding myself of is this: \nYour love and loyalty never die\, LORD.\nYour generous mercy never runs dry.\nThey are created new every morning\nand you are as trustworthy as the solid rock. \nSo I keep telling myself that you are all I need\nand that I can still trust you to come through for me. \n©2001 Nathan Nettleton LaughingBird.net \n\n\n			\n	\n		\n\n		\n			\n				  Psalm 31: 1-4\, 15-16			\n		\n\n		\n		 \n \n	I look to you for refuge\, LORD;\ndon’t let me be dragged through the mud.\nYou promised justice – save me! \nGive me your ear – I’m crying for help;\nrescue me before it’s too late.\nBe a secure refuge for me\,\na bomb shelter where I can hide. \nYour solid walls protect me from danger;\nlead me and guide me so I’ll be a credit to you;\nkeep me clear of pitfalls and traps. \nYou are the only refuge I trust\, LORD;\nmy future is in your hands.\nSnatch me from the grasp\nof those who are hunting me down. \nI’m working for you; look on me with love.\nStand by me and save me. \n©2001 Nathan Nettleton LaughingBird.net \n\n\n			\n	\n		\n\n		\n			\n				  1 Peter 4: 1-8			\n		\n\n		\n		 \n \n	The Messiah put his body on the line and went through serious suffering\, and so now you need to steel yourselves to face it with the same guts and determination. Those who keep putting their bodies on the line at great cost have clearly cut their ties with sin. Even in this age of indulging every bodily appetite\, you will be able to live through it\, freely following the ways of God instead of being driven slavishly by every pathetic desire. You have already done more than enough time being driven along in the ways of the godless by such desires\, caught up in a life of desperate partying\, emotional chaos\, binge drinking\, sexual regrets\, self-degradation\, and out-of-control worship of worthless things. Your old friends can’t believe it when you are no longer first to join them in the same old patterns of compulsive indulgence. “Are you too good for us now?” they sneer\, and they heap offensive insults on all that is good. But they will have to answer to God for their offences\, as everyone will\, living or dead. This is the reason that the great news about God’s love was broadcast even to those who have died. That way\, even though the judgement of the way they lived in their bodies is now in the past — indeed none of us can take back what we have done — they still have the opportunity to live in the spirit as God lives. \nEverything is about to be wrapped up\, so keep your wits about you\, your heads clear\, and your prayers focussed. And make it your number one priority to keep loving one another\, no matter what. Any number of offences will be forgotten if love stays on the job. \n©2013 Nathan Nettleton LaughingBird.net \n\n\n			\n	\n		\n\n		\n			\n				  Matthew 27: 57-66			\n		\n\n		\n		 \n \n	A few hours after Jesus had died\, a wealthy man from Arimethea went to Pilate and asked permission to take the body of Jesus for burial. The man’s name was Joseph\, and he was a follower of Jesus. Pilate gave orders for the body to be released into his care. Joseph took the body and wrapped it in clean linen cloth. He buried Jesus in a new tomb which he had had cut into the rock for his own eventual use. He rolled a boulder over the entrance to the tomb to seal it\, and then went away. Mary Magdalene and the other Mary were sitting opposite the tomb watching all this. \nThe next day was still part of the sacred festival\, and a deputation of the chief priests and members of the Pharisee party held an early meeting with Pilate. They said\, “Sir\, we have remembered that while that con man was still alive\, he claimed that he would rise again three days after his death. So please give orders to have guards secure the tomb for the next three days so that his fan club can’t steal his body and start telling everyone that he has been raised from the dead. A fraud like that would be even more dangerous than the pack of lies he was pushing before.” \nPilate said to them\, “Fair enough. There are security guards at your disposal. Go and do whatever you think is necessary to prevent anyone tampering with the tomb.” \nSo they took the security guards\, taped off the area around the tomb\, sealed the stone\, and kept it under constant surveillance. \n©2002 Nathan Nettleton LaughingBird.net \n\n\n			\n	\n		\n\n		\n			\n				  John 19: 38-42 (alternative gospel reading)			\n		\n\n		\n		 \n \n	Once Jesus was well and truly dead\, a man went to Pilate and got permission to take the body for burial. His name was Joseph of Arimethea\, and he had been a closet follower of Jesus\, because he was afraid for his reputation with the Temple hierarchy. He and Nicodemus\, who had first spoken to Jesus in the quiet of night\, removed the body. Nicodemus supplied the embalming spices\, and as was the Jewish custom\, they wrapped the body with the spices in linen cloth. There was a memorial garden not far from the place where Jesus was crucified\, and there was a tomb there which had not yet been used. Because it was the day of preparation and there was little time\, they buried Jesus in that tomb. \n©2001 Nathan Nettleton Laughingbird.net
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SUMMARY:Holy Saturday (The Day of Nothingness) for services prior to the Paschal Vigil
DESCRIPTION:Below you will find the Bible readings set for this occasion in the Revised Common Lectionary\, with our Australian idiomatic paraphrases of them. \n\n\n\nBible Readings (paraphrased)\n\n\n\nLections from The Revised Common Lectionary. Copyright 1992 by the Consultation on Common Texts(CCT) P.O. Box 340003\, Room 381\, Nashville\, TN 37203-0003\, USA. Used with Permission. \n\n\n	\n\n		\n			\n				  Job 14: 1-14			\n		\n\n		\n		 \n \n	Job addressed God saying: \nWhat happened to dying ‘old and full of days’?\n‘Few of days and full of grief’\nseems to be the lot of everyone born.\nLike flowers\, we’re lucky to survive the heat of a single day;\nlike shadows\, we never survive the fall of night. \nSo why have you set your sights on me?\nWhy are you dragging me into court as though I was your equal?\nHow can anyone like me\, born in the gutter\,\nexpect to come out clean on legal street? Not a chance! \nThe length of our lives is already set.\nYou have decided how long we’ve got\,\nand when our number’s up\, there is nothing we can do about it.\nSo why not back off and give us a break?\nCan’t we do our time without you standing over us? \nA tree can still have hope\neven if it is cut down in its prime.\nThere is every chance\nthat it will sprout again and flourish.\nEven if its stump rots away\nand its roots wither in the ground\,\nit only needs a whiff of water and it buds again\nand comes up strong like a young plant reborn. \nBut we mere mortals die\, and that’s it.\nDead and buried\, no human is ever seen again. \nJust like a lake drying out in a never ending drought\,\nor a river fading to a trickle and then its gone\,\nso too we mortals crumble to dust\nwith no hope of a second time round.\nWe think we’ll wake up in the morning\,\nbut no way! Not till hell freezes over. \nIf only the land of the dead was just a prison\nand you could lock me safely away till your anger cools down.\nYou could fix my sentence\nand remember me when my time was done.\nThen I could serve my time and hang on to hope\,\nas I counted down the days till my release.\nWishful thinking!\nWhen we mere mortals die\, that’s it\, isn’t it? \n©2013 Nathan Nettleton LaughingBird.net \n\n\n			\n	\n		\n\n		\n			\n				  Lamentations 3: 1-9\, 19-24 (alternative 1st reading)			\n		\n\n		\n		 \n \n	I have borne the brunt of your anger\, God.\nI have suffered the punishment you dished out.\nYou drove me away from the light\nand left me facing the darkness alone.\nYou singled me out for a beating;\nand belted me around day and night. \nUnder your hand\, my body wasted away\,\nand my bones were cracked and broken.\nYou were constantly in my face\,\nstanding over me\, keeping me in fear.\nYou locked me up in darkness\nand death seemed close at hand. \nYou have fenced me in with barbed wire\,\nand chained my ankles for good measure.\nI can cry for help all I like\,\nbut you’ve blocked your ears.\nYou built permanent blockades on every road.\nWherever I go\, I am turned back. \nThe reality I’m facing is like a bitter taste in my mouth.\nGrief and deprivation poison my mind. \nI can’t stop thinking about it over and over\,\nbut every thought makes me want to die. \nThe one thing that gives me hope\,\nthe one thing I keep reminding myself of is this: \nYour love and loyalty never die\, LORD.\nYour generous mercy never runs dry.\nThey are created new every morning\nand you are as trustworthy as the solid rock. \nSo I keep telling myself that you are all I need\nand that I can still trust you to come through for me. \n©2001 Nathan Nettleton LaughingBird.net \n\n\n			\n	\n		\n\n		\n			\n				  Psalm 31: 1-4\, 15-16			\n		\n\n		\n		 \n \n	I look to you for refuge\, LORD;\ndon’t let me be dragged through the mud.\nYou promised justice – save me! \nGive me your ear – I’m crying for help;\nrescue me before it’s too late.\nBe a secure refuge for me\,\na bomb shelter where I can hide. \nYour solid walls protect me from danger;\nlead me and guide me so I’ll be a credit to you;\nkeep me clear of pitfalls and traps. \nYou are the only refuge I trust\, LORD;\nmy future is in your hands.\nSnatch me from the grasp\nof those who are hunting me down. \nI’m working for you; look on me with love.\nStand by me and save me. \n©2001 Nathan Nettleton LaughingBird.net \n\n\n			\n	\n		\n\n		\n			\n				  1 Peter 4: 1-8			\n		\n\n		\n		 \n \n	The Messiah put his body on the line and went through serious suffering\, and so now you need to steel yourselves to face it with the same guts and determination. Those who keep putting their bodies on the line at great cost have clearly cut their ties with sin. Even in this age of indulging every bodily appetite\, you will be able to live through it\, freely following the ways of God instead of being driven slavishly by every pathetic desire. You have already done more than enough time being driven along in the ways of the godless by such desires\, caught up in a life of desperate partying\, emotional chaos\, binge drinking\, sexual regrets\, self-degradation\, and out-of-control worship of worthless things. Your old friends can’t believe it when you are no longer first to join them in the same old patterns of compulsive indulgence. “Are you too good for us now?” they sneer\, and they heap offensive insults on all that is good. But they will have to answer to God for their offences\, as everyone will\, living or dead. This is the reason that the great news about God’s love was broadcast even to those who have died. That way\, even though the judgement of the way they lived in their bodies is now in the past — indeed none of us can take back what we have done — they still have the opportunity to live in the spirit as God lives. \nEverything is about to be wrapped up\, so keep your wits about you\, your heads clear\, and your prayers focussed. And make it your number one priority to keep loving one another\, no matter what. Any number of offences will be forgotten if love stays on the job. \n©2013 Nathan Nettleton LaughingBird.net \n\n\n			\n	\n		\n\n		\n			\n				  Matthew 27: 57-66			\n		\n\n		\n		 \n \n	A few hours after Jesus had died\, a wealthy man from Arimethea went to Pilate and asked permission to take the body of Jesus for burial. The man’s name was Joseph\, and he was a follower of Jesus. Pilate gave orders for the body to be released into his care. Joseph took the body and wrapped it in clean linen cloth. He buried Jesus in a new tomb which he had had cut into the rock for his own eventual use. He rolled a boulder over the entrance to the tomb to seal it\, and then went away. Mary Magdalene and the other Mary were sitting opposite the tomb watching all this. \nThe next day was still part of the sacred festival\, and a deputation of the chief priests and members of the Pharisee party held an early meeting with Pilate. They said\, “Sir\, we have remembered that while that con man was still alive\, he claimed that he would rise again three days after his death. So please give orders to have guards secure the tomb for the next three days so that his fan club can’t steal his body and start telling everyone that he has been raised from the dead. A fraud like that would be even more dangerous than the pack of lies he was pushing before.” \nPilate said to them\, “Fair enough. There are security guards at your disposal. Go and do whatever you think is necessary to prevent anyone tampering with the tomb.” \nSo they took the security guards\, taped off the area around the tomb\, sealed the stone\, and kept it under constant surveillance. \n©2002 Nathan Nettleton LaughingBird.net \n\n\n			\n	\n		\n\n		\n			\n				  John 19: 38-42 (alternative gospel reading)			\n		\n\n		\n		 \n \n	Once Jesus was well and truly dead\, a man went to Pilate and got permission to take the body for burial. His name was Joseph of Arimethea\, and he had been a closet follower of Jesus\, because he was afraid for his reputation with the Temple hierarchy. He and Nicodemus\, who had first spoken to Jesus in the quiet of night\, removed the body. Nicodemus supplied the embalming spices\, and as was the Jewish custom\, they wrapped the body with the spices in linen cloth. There was a memorial garden not far from the place where Jesus was crucified\, and there was a tomb there which had not yet been used. Because it was the day of preparation and there was little time\, they buried Jesus in that tomb. \n©2001 Nathan Nettleton Laughingbird.net
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SUMMARY:Holy Saturday (The Day of Nothingness) for services prior to the Paschal Vigil
DESCRIPTION:Below you will find the Bible readings set for this occasion in the Revised Common Lectionary\, with our Australian idiomatic paraphrases of them. \n\n\n\nBible Readings (paraphrased)\n\n\n\nLections from The Revised Common Lectionary. Copyright 1992 by the Consultation on Common Texts(CCT) P.O. Box 340003\, Room 381\, Nashville\, TN 37203-0003\, USA. Used with Permission. \n\n\n	\n\n		\n			\n				  Job 14: 1-14			\n		\n\n		\n		 \n \n	Job addressed God saying: \nWhat happened to dying ‘old and full of days’?\n‘Few of days and full of grief’\nseems to be the lot of everyone born.\nLike flowers\, we’re lucky to survive the heat of a single day;\nlike shadows\, we never survive the fall of night. \nSo why have you set your sights on me?\nWhy are you dragging me into court as though I was your equal?\nHow can anyone like me\, born in the gutter\,\nexpect to come out clean on legal street? Not a chance! \nThe length of our lives is already set.\nYou have decided how long we’ve got\,\nand when our number’s up\, there is nothing we can do about it.\nSo why not back off and give us a break?\nCan’t we do our time without you standing over us? \nA tree can still have hope\neven if it is cut down in its prime.\nThere is every chance\nthat it will sprout again and flourish.\nEven if its stump rots away\nand its roots wither in the ground\,\nit only needs a whiff of water and it buds again\nand comes up strong like a young plant reborn. \nBut we mere mortals die\, and that’s it.\nDead and buried\, no human is ever seen again. \nJust like a lake drying out in a never ending drought\,\nor a river fading to a trickle and then its gone\,\nso too we mortals crumble to dust\nwith no hope of a second time round.\nWe think we’ll wake up in the morning\,\nbut no way! Not till hell freezes over. \nIf only the land of the dead was just a prison\nand you could lock me safely away till your anger cools down.\nYou could fix my sentence\nand remember me when my time was done.\nThen I could serve my time and hang on to hope\,\nas I counted down the days till my release.\nWishful thinking!\nWhen we mere mortals die\, that’s it\, isn’t it? \n©2013 Nathan Nettleton LaughingBird.net \n\n\n			\n	\n		\n\n		\n			\n				  Lamentations 3: 1-9\, 19-24 (alternative 1st reading)			\n		\n\n		\n		 \n \n	I have borne the brunt of your anger\, God.\nI have suffered the punishment you dished out.\nYou drove me away from the light\nand left me facing the darkness alone.\nYou singled me out for a beating;\nand belted me around day and night. \nUnder your hand\, my body wasted away\,\nand my bones were cracked and broken.\nYou were constantly in my face\,\nstanding over me\, keeping me in fear.\nYou locked me up in darkness\nand death seemed close at hand. \nYou have fenced me in with barbed wire\,\nand chained my ankles for good measure.\nI can cry for help all I like\,\nbut you’ve blocked your ears.\nYou built permanent blockades on every road.\nWherever I go\, I am turned back. \nThe reality I’m facing is like a bitter taste in my mouth.\nGrief and deprivation poison my mind. \nI can’t stop thinking about it over and over\,\nbut every thought makes me want to die. \nThe one thing that gives me hope\,\nthe one thing I keep reminding myself of is this: \nYour love and loyalty never die\, LORD.\nYour generous mercy never runs dry.\nThey are created new every morning\nand you are as trustworthy as the solid rock. \nSo I keep telling myself that you are all I need\nand that I can still trust you to come through for me. \n©2001 Nathan Nettleton LaughingBird.net \n\n\n			\n	\n		\n\n		\n			\n				  Psalm 31: 1-4\, 15-16			\n		\n\n		\n		 \n \n	I look to you for refuge\, LORD;\ndon’t let me be dragged through the mud.\nYou promised justice – save me! \nGive me your ear – I’m crying for help;\nrescue me before it’s too late.\nBe a secure refuge for me\,\na bomb shelter where I can hide. \nYour solid walls protect me from danger;\nlead me and guide me so I’ll be a credit to you;\nkeep me clear of pitfalls and traps. \nYou are the only refuge I trust\, LORD;\nmy future is in your hands.\nSnatch me from the grasp\nof those who are hunting me down. \nI’m working for you; look on me with love.\nStand by me and save me. \n©2001 Nathan Nettleton LaughingBird.net \n\n\n			\n	\n		\n\n		\n			\n				  1 Peter 4: 1-8			\n		\n\n		\n		 \n \n	The Messiah put his body on the line and went through serious suffering\, and so now you need to steel yourselves to face it with the same guts and determination. Those who keep putting their bodies on the line at great cost have clearly cut their ties with sin. Even in this age of indulging every bodily appetite\, you will be able to live through it\, freely following the ways of God instead of being driven slavishly by every pathetic desire. You have already done more than enough time being driven along in the ways of the godless by such desires\, caught up in a life of desperate partying\, emotional chaos\, binge drinking\, sexual regrets\, self-degradation\, and out-of-control worship of worthless things. Your old friends can’t believe it when you are no longer first to join them in the same old patterns of compulsive indulgence. “Are you too good for us now?” they sneer\, and they heap offensive insults on all that is good. But they will have to answer to God for their offences\, as everyone will\, living or dead. This is the reason that the great news about God’s love was broadcast even to those who have died. That way\, even though the judgement of the way they lived in their bodies is now in the past — indeed none of us can take back what we have done — they still have the opportunity to live in the spirit as God lives. \nEverything is about to be wrapped up\, so keep your wits about you\, your heads clear\, and your prayers focussed. And make it your number one priority to keep loving one another\, no matter what. Any number of offences will be forgotten if love stays on the job. \n©2013 Nathan Nettleton LaughingBird.net \n\n\n			\n	\n		\n\n		\n			\n				  Matthew 27: 57-66			\n		\n\n		\n		 \n \n	A few hours after Jesus had died\, a wealthy man from Arimethea went to Pilate and asked permission to take the body of Jesus for burial. The man’s name was Joseph\, and he was a follower of Jesus. Pilate gave orders for the body to be released into his care. Joseph took the body and wrapped it in clean linen cloth. He buried Jesus in a new tomb which he had had cut into the rock for his own eventual use. He rolled a boulder over the entrance to the tomb to seal it\, and then went away. Mary Magdalene and the other Mary were sitting opposite the tomb watching all this. \nThe next day was still part of the sacred festival\, and a deputation of the chief priests and members of the Pharisee party held an early meeting with Pilate. They said\, “Sir\, we have remembered that while that con man was still alive\, he claimed that he would rise again three days after his death. So please give orders to have guards secure the tomb for the next three days so that his fan club can’t steal his body and start telling everyone that he has been raised from the dead. A fraud like that would be even more dangerous than the pack of lies he was pushing before.” \nPilate said to them\, “Fair enough. There are security guards at your disposal. Go and do whatever you think is necessary to prevent anyone tampering with the tomb.” \nSo they took the security guards\, taped off the area around the tomb\, sealed the stone\, and kept it under constant surveillance. \n©2002 Nathan Nettleton LaughingBird.net \n\n\n			\n	\n		\n\n		\n			\n				  John 19: 38-42 (alternative gospel reading)			\n		\n\n		\n		 \n \n	Once Jesus was well and truly dead\, a man went to Pilate and got permission to take the body for burial. His name was Joseph of Arimethea\, and he had been a closet follower of Jesus\, because he was afraid for his reputation with the Temple hierarchy. He and Nicodemus\, who had first spoken to Jesus in the quiet of night\, removed the body. Nicodemus supplied the embalming spices\, and as was the Jewish custom\, they wrapped the body with the spices in linen cloth. There was a memorial garden not far from the place where Jesus was crucified\, and there was a tomb there which had not yet been used. Because it was the day of preparation and there was little time\, they buried Jesus in that tomb. \n©2001 Nathan Nettleton Laughingbird.net
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SUMMARY:Holy Saturday (The Day of Nothingness) for services prior to the Paschal Vigil
DESCRIPTION:Below you will find the Bible readings set for this occasion in the Revised Common Lectionary\, with our Australian idiomatic paraphrases of them. \n\n\n\nBible Readings (paraphrased)\n\n\n\nLections from The Revised Common Lectionary. Copyright 1992 by the Consultation on Common Texts(CCT) P.O. Box 340003\, Room 381\, Nashville\, TN 37203-0003\, USA. Used with Permission. \n\n\n	\n\n		\n			\n				  Job 14: 1-14			\n		\n\n		\n		 \n \n	Job addressed God saying: \nWhat happened to dying ‘old and full of days’?\n‘Few of days and full of grief’\nseems to be the lot of everyone born.\nLike flowers\, we’re lucky to survive the heat of a single day;\nlike shadows\, we never survive the fall of night. \nSo why have you set your sights on me?\nWhy are you dragging me into court as though I was your equal?\nHow can anyone like me\, born in the gutter\,\nexpect to come out clean on legal street? Not a chance! \nThe length of our lives is already set.\nYou have decided how long we’ve got\,\nand when our number’s up\, there is nothing we can do about it.\nSo why not back off and give us a break?\nCan’t we do our time without you standing over us? \nA tree can still have hope\neven if it is cut down in its prime.\nThere is every chance\nthat it will sprout again and flourish.\nEven if its stump rots away\nand its roots wither in the ground\,\nit only needs a whiff of water and it buds again\nand comes up strong like a young plant reborn. \nBut we mere mortals die\, and that’s it.\nDead and buried\, no human is ever seen again. \nJust like a lake drying out in a never ending drought\,\nor a river fading to a trickle and then its gone\,\nso too we mortals crumble to dust\nwith no hope of a second time round.\nWe think we’ll wake up in the morning\,\nbut no way! Not till hell freezes over. \nIf only the land of the dead was just a prison\nand you could lock me safely away till your anger cools down.\nYou could fix my sentence\nand remember me when my time was done.\nThen I could serve my time and hang on to hope\,\nas I counted down the days till my release.\nWishful thinking!\nWhen we mere mortals die\, that’s it\, isn’t it? \n©2013 Nathan Nettleton LaughingBird.net \n\n\n			\n	\n		\n\n		\n			\n				  Lamentations 3: 1-9\, 19-24 (alternative 1st reading)			\n		\n\n		\n		 \n \n	I have borne the brunt of your anger\, God.\nI have suffered the punishment you dished out.\nYou drove me away from the light\nand left me facing the darkness alone.\nYou singled me out for a beating;\nand belted me around day and night. \nUnder your hand\, my body wasted away\,\nand my bones were cracked and broken.\nYou were constantly in my face\,\nstanding over me\, keeping me in fear.\nYou locked me up in darkness\nand death seemed close at hand. \nYou have fenced me in with barbed wire\,\nand chained my ankles for good measure.\nI can cry for help all I like\,\nbut you’ve blocked your ears.\nYou built permanent blockades on every road.\nWherever I go\, I am turned back. \nThe reality I’m facing is like a bitter taste in my mouth.\nGrief and deprivation poison my mind. \nI can’t stop thinking about it over and over\,\nbut every thought makes me want to die. \nThe one thing that gives me hope\,\nthe one thing I keep reminding myself of is this: \nYour love and loyalty never die\, LORD.\nYour generous mercy never runs dry.\nThey are created new every morning\nand you are as trustworthy as the solid rock. \nSo I keep telling myself that you are all I need\nand that I can still trust you to come through for me. \n©2001 Nathan Nettleton LaughingBird.net \n\n\n			\n	\n		\n\n		\n			\n				  Psalm 31: 1-4\, 15-16			\n		\n\n		\n		 \n \n	I look to you for refuge\, LORD;\ndon’t let me be dragged through the mud.\nYou promised justice – save me! \nGive me your ear – I’m crying for help;\nrescue me before it’s too late.\nBe a secure refuge for me\,\na bomb shelter where I can hide. \nYour solid walls protect me from danger;\nlead me and guide me so I’ll be a credit to you;\nkeep me clear of pitfalls and traps. \nYou are the only refuge I trust\, LORD;\nmy future is in your hands.\nSnatch me from the grasp\nof those who are hunting me down. \nI’m working for you; look on me with love.\nStand by me and save me. \n©2001 Nathan Nettleton LaughingBird.net \n\n\n			\n	\n		\n\n		\n			\n				  1 Peter 4: 1-8			\n		\n\n		\n		 \n \n	The Messiah put his body on the line and went through serious suffering\, and so now you need to steel yourselves to face it with the same guts and determination. Those who keep putting their bodies on the line at great cost have clearly cut their ties with sin. Even in this age of indulging every bodily appetite\, you will be able to live through it\, freely following the ways of God instead of being driven slavishly by every pathetic desire. You have already done more than enough time being driven along in the ways of the godless by such desires\, caught up in a life of desperate partying\, emotional chaos\, binge drinking\, sexual regrets\, self-degradation\, and out-of-control worship of worthless things. Your old friends can’t believe it when you are no longer first to join them in the same old patterns of compulsive indulgence. “Are you too good for us now?” they sneer\, and they heap offensive insults on all that is good. But they will have to answer to God for their offences\, as everyone will\, living or dead. This is the reason that the great news about God’s love was broadcast even to those who have died. That way\, even though the judgement of the way they lived in their bodies is now in the past — indeed none of us can take back what we have done — they still have the opportunity to live in the spirit as God lives. \nEverything is about to be wrapped up\, so keep your wits about you\, your heads clear\, and your prayers focussed. And make it your number one priority to keep loving one another\, no matter what. Any number of offences will be forgotten if love stays on the job. \n©2013 Nathan Nettleton LaughingBird.net \n\n\n			\n	\n		\n\n		\n			\n				  Matthew 27: 57-66			\n		\n\n		\n		 \n \n	A few hours after Jesus had died\, a wealthy man from Arimethea went to Pilate and asked permission to take the body of Jesus for burial. The man’s name was Joseph\, and he was a follower of Jesus. Pilate gave orders for the body to be released into his care. Joseph took the body and wrapped it in clean linen cloth. He buried Jesus in a new tomb which he had had cut into the rock for his own eventual use. He rolled a boulder over the entrance to the tomb to seal it\, and then went away. Mary Magdalene and the other Mary were sitting opposite the tomb watching all this. \nThe next day was still part of the sacred festival\, and a deputation of the chief priests and members of the Pharisee party held an early meeting with Pilate. They said\, “Sir\, we have remembered that while that con man was still alive\, he claimed that he would rise again three days after his death. So please give orders to have guards secure the tomb for the next three days so that his fan club can’t steal his body and start telling everyone that he has been raised from the dead. A fraud like that would be even more dangerous than the pack of lies he was pushing before.” \nPilate said to them\, “Fair enough. There are security guards at your disposal. Go and do whatever you think is necessary to prevent anyone tampering with the tomb.” \nSo they took the security guards\, taped off the area around the tomb\, sealed the stone\, and kept it under constant surveillance. \n©2002 Nathan Nettleton LaughingBird.net \n\n\n			\n	\n		\n\n		\n			\n				  John 19: 38-42 (alternative gospel reading)			\n		\n\n		\n		 \n \n	Once Jesus was well and truly dead\, a man went to Pilate and got permission to take the body for burial. His name was Joseph of Arimethea\, and he had been a closet follower of Jesus\, because he was afraid for his reputation with the Temple hierarchy. He and Nicodemus\, who had first spoken to Jesus in the quiet of night\, removed the body. Nicodemus supplied the embalming spices\, and as was the Jewish custom\, they wrapped the body with the spices in linen cloth. There was a memorial garden not far from the place where Jesus was crucified\, and there was a tomb there which had not yet been used. Because it was the day of preparation and there was little time\, they buried Jesus in that tomb. \n©2001 Nathan Nettleton Laughingbird.net
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SUMMARY:Holy Saturday (The Day of Nothingness) for services prior to the Paschal Vigil
DESCRIPTION:Below you will find the Bible readings set for this occasion in the Revised Common Lectionary\, with our Australian idiomatic paraphrases of them. \n\n\n\nBible Readings (paraphrased)\n\n\n\nLections from The Revised Common Lectionary. Copyright 1992 by the Consultation on Common Texts(CCT) P.O. Box 340003\, Room 381\, Nashville\, TN 37203-0003\, USA. Used with Permission. \n\n\n	\n\n		\n			\n				  Job 14: 1-14			\n		\n\n		\n		 \n \n	Job addressed God saying: \nWhat happened to dying ‘old and full of days’?\n‘Few of days and full of grief’\nseems to be the lot of everyone born.\nLike flowers\, we’re lucky to survive the heat of a single day;\nlike shadows\, we never survive the fall of night. \nSo why have you set your sights on me?\nWhy are you dragging me into court as though I was your equal?\nHow can anyone like me\, born in the gutter\,\nexpect to come out clean on legal street? Not a chance! \nThe length of our lives is already set.\nYou have decided how long we’ve got\,\nand when our number’s up\, there is nothing we can do about it.\nSo why not back off and give us a break?\nCan’t we do our time without you standing over us? \nA tree can still have hope\neven if it is cut down in its prime.\nThere is every chance\nthat it will sprout again and flourish.\nEven if its stump rots away\nand its roots wither in the ground\,\nit only needs a whiff of water and it buds again\nand comes up strong like a young plant reborn. \nBut we mere mortals die\, and that’s it.\nDead and buried\, no human is ever seen again. \nJust like a lake drying out in a never ending drought\,\nor a river fading to a trickle and then its gone\,\nso too we mortals crumble to dust\nwith no hope of a second time round.\nWe think we’ll wake up in the morning\,\nbut no way! Not till hell freezes over. \nIf only the land of the dead was just a prison\nand you could lock me safely away till your anger cools down.\nYou could fix my sentence\nand remember me when my time was done.\nThen I could serve my time and hang on to hope\,\nas I counted down the days till my release.\nWishful thinking!\nWhen we mere mortals die\, that’s it\, isn’t it? \n©2013 Nathan Nettleton LaughingBird.net \n\n\n			\n	\n		\n\n		\n			\n				  Lamentations 3: 1-9\, 19-24 (alternative 1st reading)			\n		\n\n		\n		 \n \n	I have borne the brunt of your anger\, God.\nI have suffered the punishment you dished out.\nYou drove me away from the light\nand left me facing the darkness alone.\nYou singled me out for a beating;\nand belted me around day and night. \nUnder your hand\, my body wasted away\,\nand my bones were cracked and broken.\nYou were constantly in my face\,\nstanding over me\, keeping me in fear.\nYou locked me up in darkness\nand death seemed close at hand. \nYou have fenced me in with barbed wire\,\nand chained my ankles for good measure.\nI can cry for help all I like\,\nbut you’ve blocked your ears.\nYou built permanent blockades on every road.\nWherever I go\, I am turned back. \nThe reality I’m facing is like a bitter taste in my mouth.\nGrief and deprivation poison my mind. \nI can’t stop thinking about it over and over\,\nbut every thought makes me want to die. \nThe one thing that gives me hope\,\nthe one thing I keep reminding myself of is this: \nYour love and loyalty never die\, LORD.\nYour generous mercy never runs dry.\nThey are created new every morning\nand you are as trustworthy as the solid rock. \nSo I keep telling myself that you are all I need\nand that I can still trust you to come through for me. \n©2001 Nathan Nettleton LaughingBird.net \n\n\n			\n	\n		\n\n		\n			\n				  Psalm 31: 1-4\, 15-16			\n		\n\n		\n		 \n \n	I look to you for refuge\, LORD;\ndon’t let me be dragged through the mud.\nYou promised justice – save me! \nGive me your ear – I’m crying for help;\nrescue me before it’s too late.\nBe a secure refuge for me\,\na bomb shelter where I can hide. \nYour solid walls protect me from danger;\nlead me and guide me so I’ll be a credit to you;\nkeep me clear of pitfalls and traps. \nYou are the only refuge I trust\, LORD;\nmy future is in your hands.\nSnatch me from the grasp\nof those who are hunting me down. \nI’m working for you; look on me with love.\nStand by me and save me. \n©2001 Nathan Nettleton LaughingBird.net \n\n\n			\n	\n		\n\n		\n			\n				  1 Peter 4: 1-8			\n		\n\n		\n		 \n \n	The Messiah put his body on the line and went through serious suffering\, and so now you need to steel yourselves to face it with the same guts and determination. Those who keep putting their bodies on the line at great cost have clearly cut their ties with sin. Even in this age of indulging every bodily appetite\, you will be able to live through it\, freely following the ways of God instead of being driven slavishly by every pathetic desire. You have already done more than enough time being driven along in the ways of the godless by such desires\, caught up in a life of desperate partying\, emotional chaos\, binge drinking\, sexual regrets\, self-degradation\, and out-of-control worship of worthless things. Your old friends can’t believe it when you are no longer first to join them in the same old patterns of compulsive indulgence. “Are you too good for us now?” they sneer\, and they heap offensive insults on all that is good. But they will have to answer to God for their offences\, as everyone will\, living or dead. This is the reason that the great news about God’s love was broadcast even to those who have died. That way\, even though the judgement of the way they lived in their bodies is now in the past — indeed none of us can take back what we have done — they still have the opportunity to live in the spirit as God lives. \nEverything is about to be wrapped up\, so keep your wits about you\, your heads clear\, and your prayers focussed. And make it your number one priority to keep loving one another\, no matter what. Any number of offences will be forgotten if love stays on the job. \n©2013 Nathan Nettleton LaughingBird.net \n\n\n			\n	\n		\n\n		\n			\n				  Matthew 27: 57-66			\n		\n\n		\n		 \n \n	A few hours after Jesus had died\, a wealthy man from Arimethea went to Pilate and asked permission to take the body of Jesus for burial. The man’s name was Joseph\, and he was a follower of Jesus. Pilate gave orders for the body to be released into his care. Joseph took the body and wrapped it in clean linen cloth. He buried Jesus in a new tomb which he had had cut into the rock for his own eventual use. He rolled a boulder over the entrance to the tomb to seal it\, and then went away. Mary Magdalene and the other Mary were sitting opposite the tomb watching all this. \nThe next day was still part of the sacred festival\, and a deputation of the chief priests and members of the Pharisee party held an early meeting with Pilate. They said\, “Sir\, we have remembered that while that con man was still alive\, he claimed that he would rise again three days after his death. So please give orders to have guards secure the tomb for the next three days so that his fan club can’t steal his body and start telling everyone that he has been raised from the dead. A fraud like that would be even more dangerous than the pack of lies he was pushing before.” \nPilate said to them\, “Fair enough. There are security guards at your disposal. Go and do whatever you think is necessary to prevent anyone tampering with the tomb.” \nSo they took the security guards\, taped off the area around the tomb\, sealed the stone\, and kept it under constant surveillance. \n©2002 Nathan Nettleton LaughingBird.net \n\n\n			\n	\n		\n\n		\n			\n				  John 19: 38-42 (alternative gospel reading)			\n		\n\n		\n		 \n \n	Once Jesus was well and truly dead\, a man went to Pilate and got permission to take the body for burial. His name was Joseph of Arimethea\, and he had been a closet follower of Jesus\, because he was afraid for his reputation with the Temple hierarchy. He and Nicodemus\, who had first spoken to Jesus in the quiet of night\, removed the body. Nicodemus supplied the embalming spices\, and as was the Jewish custom\, they wrapped the body with the spices in linen cloth. There was a memorial garden not far from the place where Jesus was crucified\, and there was a tomb there which had not yet been used. Because it was the day of preparation and there was little time\, they buried Jesus in that tomb. \n©2001 Nathan Nettleton Laughingbird.net
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