Worship for Ordinary Time 14B Live Stream July 4, 2021 1

Community UCC, 805 South 6th Street, Champaign, IL 61820 Worship for Ordinary Time 14B Live Stream July 4, 2021 1

Community United Church of Christ, Champaign, IL July 4, 2021 14th Sunday of Ordinary Time 10:15 am

WE GATHER IN FAITH

Welcome Rev. Connie Bandy Good morning and welcome to Community United Church of Christ. As a church we gather this morning to consider what it means to be a person of faith living in these United States. We face many challenges as nation. How might we respond as people who walk in the way of Jesus? Today’s service, Prayer for America, was curated by UCC pastor Rev. John Gage and adapted by Pastor Leah. It includes a series of sacred and poetic readings in three movements: Glory, Shadow, and Hope. Listen, deeply, to the words offered this morning. Thank you to our lay readers and musicians for making this worship service something that, we hope, will inspire, enlighten, and call us, in the words of Lincoln, to be our better angels. As we settle into worship, as we begin, we welcome you. And who are we? We are young and old and middle age. Gay and straight and in between. We are single and partnered. Happy and sad, confused and inspired. We are street smart and college educated. Some of us can’t pay our bills and others of us have more than enough to share. Who are we? We are God’s people. We are the Body of Christ. No matter who you are or where you are on life’s journey, you are welcome here and we really mean it. Welcome to worship.

Hymn This is My Song, O God of All the Nations NCH #591 V 1, 2 Led by Anita Stein, Xiaoyi Zha, David Willcox Words Lloyd Stone, Music Jean Sibelius One License Music Song License #11596 One License Words Song License #27491 One License #A-734456

This is my song, O God of all the nations, a song of peace for lands afar and mine; this is my home, the country where my heart is; here are my hopes, my dreams, my holy shrine: but other hearts in other lands are beating with hopes and dreams as true and high as mine. My country's skies are bluer than the ocean, and sunlight beams on cloverleaf and pine; but other lands have sunlight too, and clover, and skies are everywhere as blue as mine: O hear my song, thou God of all the nations, a song of peace for their land and for mine.

WE LISTEN FOR GOD’S WORD

Seeking the Word in Scripture from the Letters of the Early Church Hebrews 11:8-10, 13-16a Ilsa Kantola By faith Abraham obeyed when he was called to set out for a place that he was to receive as an inheritance; and he set out, not knowing where he was going. By faith he stayed for a time in the land he had been promised, as in a foreign land, living in tents, as did Isaac and Jacob, who were heirs with him of the same promise. For he looked forward to the city that has foundations, whose architect and builder is God. . . .All of these died in faith without having received the promises, but from a distance they saw and greeted them. They confessed that they were strangers and foreigners on the earth, for people who speak in this way make it clear that they are seeking a homeland. If they had been thinking of the land that they had left behind, they would have had opportunity to return. But as it is, they desire a better country, that is, a heavenly one.

from the Hebrew Prophets Jeremiah 29:4-7 Jon Ebel Thus says the Lord of hosts, the God of Israel, to all the exiles whom I have sent into exile from Jerusalem to Babylon: Build houses and live in them; plant gardens and eat what they produce. Take wives and have sons and daughters; take wives for your sons, and give your daughters in marriage, that they may bear sons and daughters; multiply there, and do not decrease. But seek the welfare of the city where I have sent you into exile, and pray to the Lord on its behalf, for in its welfare you will find your welfare.

“Prayers from America: Glory, Shadow, & Hope”

I. Glory

“A City Upon a Hill” by John Winthrop (1630) Kristy Brownfield Now the only way to avoid disaster and provide for our future in this land is to follow the counsel of the prophet Micah: to do justice, love mercy, and walk humbly with God. Toward this end, we must be knit together in this work as one body; We must treat each other with familiar affection; We must be willing to give up our excesses, in order to supply others what they need. We must build an amiable society together in all meekness, gentleness, patience, and generosity of spirit. We must delight in each other, feel for others’ conditions as our own, rejoice together, mourn together, labor and suffer together, always remembering the vision of our common mission and common life in the work—our common life as members of the one body. Thus we will manifest the unity of the Spirit in the bond of peace. The Lord will be our God and delight to dwell among us, as God’s own people, and will command a blessing upon us in everything we do, so that we will see even more of God’s wisdom, power, goodness, and truth than we have known before. We will find that the God of Israel is among us, and ten of us will be able to resist a thousand of our enemies. God will make us a praise and glory, that people will say of future settlements: “May the Lord make it like New England!” For we must consider that we will be like a city upon a hill. The eyes of all people are upon us…

My Country by Sarah Josepha Buell Hale (1830) Jennifer Cromely America! my own dear land- You hear the sounds of healthful toil, O, 'tis a lovely land to me; And youth's gay shout and childhood's glee, I thank my God that I was born And every one in safety dwells, Where man is free! And all are free. Our land- it is a glorious land- We're brothers all from South to North, And wide it spreads from sea to sea- One bond will draw us to agree- And sister States in Union join We love this country of our birth- And all are free. We love the free- And equal laws we all obey- We love the name of Washington, To kings we never bend the knee- I lisped it on my father's knee- We may not own no Lord but God And we shall ne'er forget the name Where all are free. While we are free. We've lofty hills and sunny vales My Land, my own dear native Land, And streams that roll to either sea- Thou art a lovely land to me; And through this large and varied land I bless my God that I was born Alike we're free. Where man is free!

The New Colossus by Emma Lazarus (1883) Brin Schuler Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. "Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

Hymn God of the Ages, Whose Almighty Hand NCH 592 v 1, 4 Led by Anita Stein, Xiaoyi Zha, David Willcox Words Daniel Crane Roberts, Music George William Warren One License Song #24060 One License#A-734456 God of the ages, who with sure command brought forth in beauty al the starry band of shining worlds in splendor through the skies, our grateful songs before your throne arise.

Refresh thy people on life’s toilsome way; lead us from night to never-ending day; With truth and love guide us through error’s maze, and we shall give you glory, laud, and praise. 4

II. Shadow Let America Be America Again by Langston Hughes (1938) Chase Skye Let America be America again. In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned Let it be the dream it used to be. That's made America the land it has become. Let it be the pioneer on the plain O, I'm the man who sailed those early seas Seeking a home where he himself is free. In search of what I meant to be my home-- For I'm the one who left dark Ireland's shore, (America never was America to me.) And Poland's plain, and England's grassy lea, Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed-- And torn from Black Africa's strand I came Let it be that great strong land of love To build a "homeland of the free." Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme The free? That any man be crushed by one above. Who said the free? Not me? (It never was America to me.) Surely not me? The millions on relief today? O, let my land be a land where Liberty The millions shot down when we strike? Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath, The millions who have nothing for our pay? But opportunity is real, and life is free, For all the dreams we've dreamed Equality is in the air we breathe. And all the songs we've sung (There's never been equality for me, And all the hopes we've held Nor freedom in this "homeland of the free.") And all the flags we've hung, The millions who have nothing for our pay-- Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark? Except the dream that's almost dead today. And who are you that draws your veil across the stars? O, let America be America again-- The land that never has been yet-- I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart, And yet must be--the land where every man is free. I am the Negro bearing slavery's scars. The land that's mine--the poor man's, Indian's, I am the red man driven from the land, Negro's, ME-- I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek-- Who made America, And finding only the same old stupid plan Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain, Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak. Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain, I am the young man, full of strength and hope, Tangled in that ancient endless chain Must bring back our mighty dream again. Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land! Sure, call me any ugly name you choose-- Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying The steel of freedom does not stain. need! From those who live like leeches on the people's lives, Of work the men! Of take the pay! We must take back our land again, Of owning everything for one's own greed! America! I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil. O, yes, I am the worker sold to the machine. I say it plain, I am the Negro, servant to you all. America never was America to me, I am the people, humble, hungry, mean-- And yet I swear this oath-- Hungry yet today despite the dream. America will be! Beaten yet today--O, Pioneers! Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death, I am the man who never got ahead, The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies, The poorest worker bartered through the years. We, the people, must redeem Yet I'm the one who dreamt our basic dream The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers. In the Old World while still a serf of kings, The mountains and the endless plain-- Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true, All, all the stretch of these great green states-- That even yet its mighty daring sings And make America again! 5

Indian Boarding School: The Runaways by Louise Erdrich (2003) Jennifer Cromley Home’s the place we head for in our sleep. The highway doesn’t rock, it only hums Boxcars stumbling north in dreams like a wing of long insults. The worn-down welts don’t wait for us. We catch them on the run. of ancient punishments lead back and forth. The rails, old lacerations that we love, All runaways wear dresses, long green ones, shoot parallel across the face and break the color you would think shame was. We scrub just under Turtle Mountains. Riding scars the sidewalks down because it's shameful work. you can’t get lost. Home is the place they cross. The lame guard strikes a match and makes the dark Our brushes cut the stone in watered arcs less tolerant. We watch through cracks in boards as the land starts rolling, rolling till it hurts and in the soak frail outlines shiver clear to be here, cold in regulation clothes. a moment, things us kids pressed on the dark We know the sheriff’s waiting at midrun face before it hardened, pale, remembering to take us back. His car is dumb and warm. delicate old injuries, the spines of names and leaves.

My Dear America by Laila Nur (2014) Kristy Brownfield You were the first girl I ever loved and the only home I read the paper just the other day. You waged a war cuz I've ever known. someone beat you up. You showed me where to pick my flowers from then Come to find out that was all a lie. Cause you- you you left me there all alone. started the fight first. You said you've got the free world for me but that's a My dear America I was in love with you. globe in a gated fence. You broke my heart so now we're... through. Then you locked me out in the streets and I swear I I don't wanna see your face again, no. My dear America. haven't seen you since. You lift me up. You broke me down then you locked me My dear America I was in love with you. up. You broke my heart so now we're... through. Then you blame it on somebody else. Well how could I don't wanna see your face again, no. My dear America. you... You lift me up. You broke me down then you locked me Well I thought we had something special. up. Turns out it was nothing to you. Nothing Nothing to you. Then you blame it on somebody else. Well how could You've got all these laws. But what are these laws for. you... They protect you and all of yours. But what about us. My love, my love my love. What about me and you. What on earth did I do. I use to see you every weekend, we'd fall asleep on your My momma told me "to be on top you must stand on telephone. others with a ruthless heart." Then I heard that you were creepin'. Now you won't And you've always been number one. even return my calls.

III. Hope

The Congressional Library (portion) by Amy Lowell (1922) Ilsa Kantola The earth is a colored thing. And, in changing, new colors come and go and See the red clays, and the umbers and salt greasy of dominate and remain, the mountains; And no one shall say which remain, See the clustered and wandering greens of plains Since those that have vanished return, and hillsides, And those no man has seen take the light and are. The leaf-greens, bush-greens, water-plant and Where else in all America are we so symbolized snow-greens As in this hall? Of gardens and forests. White columns polished like glass, See the reds of flowers—hibiscus, poppy, geranium; A dome and a dome, The rose-red of little flowers—may-flowers, primroses; A balcony and a balcony, The harlequin shades of sweet-peas, orchids, pansies; Stairs and the balustrades to them, The madders, saffrons, chromes, of still waters, Yellow marble and red slabs of it, The silver and star-blues, the wine-blues of seas and All mounting, spearing, flying into color. oceans. Color round the dome and up to it, Observe the stars at nighttime, name the color of Color curving, kite-flying, to the second dome, them; Light, dropping, pitching down upon the color, Count and recount the hues of clouds at sunset and Arrow-falling upon the glass-bright pillars, at dawn. Mingled colors spinning into a shape of white pillars, And the colors of the races of men— Fusing, cooling, into balanced shafts of shrill and What are they? interthronging light. And what are we? We, the people without a race, This is America, Without a language; This vast, confused beauty, Of all races, and of none; This staring, restless speed of loveliness, Of all tongues, and one imposed; Mighty, overwhelming, crude, of all forms, Of all traditions and all pasts, Making grandeur out of profusion, With no tradition and no past. Afraid of no incongruities, A patchwork and an altar-piece, Sublime in its audacity, Vague as sea-mist, Bizarre breaker of moulds, Myriad as forest-trees, Laughing with strength, Living into a present, Charging down on the past, Building a future. Glorious and conquering, Our color is the vari-colored world. Destroyer, builder, No colors clash, Invincible pith and marrow of the world, All clash and change, An old world remaking, Whirling into the no-world of all-colored light.

One Today by Richard Blanco (2013) Jon Ebel One sun rose on us today, kindled over our shores, The dust of farms and deserts, cities and plains peeking over the Smokies, greeting the faces mingled by one wind - our breath. Breathe. Hear it of the Great Lakes, spreading a simple truth through the day's gorgeous din of honking cabs, across the Great Plains, then charging across the buses launching down avenues, the symphony Rockies. of footsteps, guitars, and screeching subways, One light, waking up rooftops, under each one, a the unexpected song bird on your clothes line. story Hear: squeaky playground swings, trains whistling, told by our silent gestures moving across windows. or whispers across cafe tables, Hear: the doors we My face, your face, millions of faces in morning's open mirrors, each day for each other, saying: hello, shalom, buon each one yawning to life, crescendoing into our day: giorno, howdy, namaste, or buenos días pencil-yellow school buses, the rhythm of traffic in the language my mother taught me - in every lights, language fruit stands: apples, limes, and oranges arrayed like spoken into one wind carrying our lives rainbows without prejudice, as these words break from my begging our praise. Silver trucks heavy with oil or lips. paper - One sky: since the Appalachians and Sierras claimed bricks or milk, teeming over highways alongside us, their majesty, and the Mississippi and Colorado on our way to clean tables, read ledgers, or save worked lives - their way to the sea. Thank the work of our hands: to teach geometry, or ring up groceries as my weaving steel into bridges, finishing one more mother did report for twenty years, so I could write this poem for all of for the boss on time, stitching another wound us today. or uniform, the first brush stroke on a portrait, All of us as vital as the one light we move through, or the last floor on the Freedom Tower the same light on blackboards with lessons for the jutting into the sky that yields to our resilience. day: One sky, toward which we sometimes lift our eyes equations to solve, history to question, or atoms tired from work: some days guessing at the weather imagined, of our lives, some days giving thanks for a love the 'I have a dream' we all keep dreaming, that loves you back, sometimes praising a mother or the impossible vocabulary of sorrow that won't who knew how to give, or forgiving a father explain who couldn't give what you wanted. the empty desks of twenty children marked absent today, and forever. Many prayers, but one light We head home: through the gloss of rain or weight breathing color into stained glass windows, of snow, or the plum blush of dusk, but always, life into the faces of bronze statues, warmth always - home, onto the steps of our museums and park benches always under one sky, our sky. And always one as mothers watch children slide into the day. moon like a silent drum tapping on every rooftop One ground. Our ground, rooting us to every stalk and every window, of one country - all of us - of corn, every head of wheat sown by sweat facing the stars and hands, hands gleaning coal or planting windmills hope - a new constellation in deserts and hilltops that keep us warm, hands waiting for us to map it, digging trenches, routing pipes and cables, hands waiting for us to name it - together. as worn as my father's cutting sugarcane so my brother and I could have books and shoes.

WE SHARE OUR PRAYERS

A Litany for the United States of America Chase Skye, Brin Schuler, Rev. Connie Bandy Chase: O God our Sovereign, bless our land, that we may be a people at peace among ourselves, living together justly, and a blessing to other nations of the earth. Many: O God, keep this nation under your care. Brin: Help us to face the past with courage, to confess where we have fallen short as well as celebrate where we have triumphed, so together we may face the present with wisdom and the future with hope. Many: In your truth and grace, O God. Chase: Bless also the leaders of our land: To all who have executive authority and to all who have administrative authority, grant wisdom and grace in the exercise of their duties. Many: Give grace to your servants, O God. Brin: To those who make our laws give courage, wisdom, and foresight to provide for the needs of all our people, and to fulfill our obligations in the community of nations. Many: Give grace to your servants, O God. Chase: To the judges and officers of our courts give understanding and integrity, that human rights may be safeguarded and justice served. Many: Give grace to your servants, O God. Brin: And finally, teach us to accept our responsibilities to all the members of our communities, that those who are afforded the right may elect trustworthy leaders, that we may all hold those leaders to a high standard and critique them when they fall short, and so altogether may we make wise decisions for the well-being of our society; that we may serve you faithfully in our generation and honor your holy name. ALL: We look to you above every human authority, O God, for yours is the kingdom and the power and the glory, forever and ever. Amen.

We are Called to Prayer Rev. Connie Bandy At this time, you are invited to bring your personal prayers and prayers for this nation forward by listing them in the comments or the chat.

We Reflect in Song American Anthem Xiaoyi Zha Words and Music by Gene Scheer, arr. Lee Musiker Copyright ©1998 Gene Scheer www.genescheer.com All we’ve been given by those who came before, the dream of a nation where freedom would endure. The work and prayers of centuries have brought us to this day. What shall be our legacy? What will our children say? Let them say of me I was one who believed in sharing the blessings I received. Let me know in my heart when my days are through, America, America, I gave my best to you.

Each generation from the plains to distant shore with the gifts that they were given were determined to leave more. valiant battles fought together; acts of conscience fought alone; these are the seeds from which America has grown. Let them say of me I was one who believed in sharing the blessings I received. Let me know in my heart when my days are through, America, America, I gave my best to you.

For those who think They have nothing to share who fear in their hearts there is no hero there, know each quiet act of dignity is that which fortifies the soul of a nation that never dies. Let them say of me I was one who believed in sharing the blessings I received. Let me know in my heart when my days are through America, America, I gave my best to you.

Sharing our Prayer Requests • Officer Jeffrey Creel • Doug Irwin • Hunter Brittain • Violence against our black and brown siblings o Poe Black, aka Oliver Jackson, aka Legion o EJ Boykin aka Novaa Watson • Residual trauma all black and brown people experience every time there is trauma against black and brown people in this country. • People of our country

WE RESPOND IN FAITH We Share our Gifts Rev. Connie Bandy The ministry of Community UCC is made possible by the generosity of CUCC’s members and friends. Your financial gift makes this worship service, and all the ministries we do at CUCC, possible. To give, please visit community-ucc.org and click “donate” – may God bless and multiply these gifts. Moderator Elizabeth Shack has a special announcement from your Church Life Board regarding giving.

Special Announcement about Giving Elizabeth Shack

Prayer Concerns and Pastoral Prayer Rev. Connie Bandy 10

WE GO FORTH TO SERVE

Hymn God of Eagles, God of Sparrows Led by Anita Stein, Xiaoyi Zha, David Willcox Words Dosia Carlson (1976), Music BEACH SPRING One License Words #107168 Once License Music #40797 One License #A-734456

God of eagles, God of sparrows, soaring spirit, earthly guide, help our nation know true greatness, free from all-consuming pride. Strengthen us for global duties sharing progress that is just; like the eagle may we venture, like the sparrow may we trust.

God of valleys, God of mountains, comrade in our depths and heights, speak through all our civic leaders who would nurture human rights. May they know your daily presence and affirm your ageless deeds; through dark valleys may they follow, up steep mountains where love leads.

God in victory, God in failure, steadfast through each tribal test, save us from our shabby idols, show us that your way is best. Better than the lure of power, better than the lust for fame; so in failure may we praise you, and in victory bless your name.

Commissioning of the Community Rev. Connie Bandy

We Are Sent Out One: Now our worship is ended. Many: Let our service begin. Amen

Texts, Authors, and Readers “A City Upon a Hill” (1630) reader: Kristy Brownfield John Winthrop (1587-1639) served as governor of the Massachusetts Bay Colony for 12 of the colony’s first 20 years. He used this phrase from the Sermon on the Mount (Mt 5:15) to describe the Puritan colony’s potential.

“My Country” (1830) Jennifer Cromley Sarah Josepha Buell Hale (1788-1879) was a leading light of New England literary life, a critic of slavery (she advocated repatriation of formerly enslaved persons to Libera), and the chief advocate of making Thanksigiving a national holiday.

“The New Colossus” (1883) Brin Schluer Emma Lazarus (1849-1887), born into an American Jewish family in New York, became an advocate for Jewish refugees escaping persecution. This sonnet was placed on the pedestal of the State of Liberty in 1903.

“Let America Be America” (1938) Chase Skye Langston Hughes (1902-1967) was an African American author, social activist, and leader of the Harlem Renaissance. His work, like this poem, illustrates the challenges facing the Black community and all working-class people in the United States.

“Indian Boarding School: The Runaways” (2003) Jennifer Cromley Louise Erdrich (1954-), is an acclaimed Ojibwe author and member of the Turtle Mountain Band of Chippewa Indians. She was named a finalist for the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction in 2009 and won the National Book Award for Fiction in 2012.

“My Dear America” (2014) Kristy Brownfield Young singer-songwriter Laila Nur was born in New York City, as she says, poor, African American, and Sunni Muslim. She now lives in North Carolina, where she is also an out lesbian and activist.

“The Congressional Library” (1922) Ilsa Kantola Amy Lowell (1874-1925), born into a prominent Boston family who did not allow her to attend college, so she fell in love with books and became an acclaimed poet. She was awarded the Pulitzer Prize posthumously.

“One Today” (2013) Jon Ebel Richard Blanco (1968- ) debuted this poem at President Obama’s second inauguration, making him the first immigrant, first Latino (Cuban-American), first openly gay person, and the youngest person to be the U.S. inaugural poet.

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Serving Today Ministers: The Community of Community UCC Preacher: Rev. Leah Robberts-Mosser Director of Music Ministry: Kathy Lee Organist: Aaron Ames Audio/Video: Rev. Nate Brantingham Audio/Video: David Gerstenecker

CUCC Staff Pastor: Rev. Leah Robberts-Mosser Parish Associate: [email protected] Rev. Connie Bandy | [email protected] Director of Youth Ministries: Director of Music Ministries: Jessica Smiley | [email protected] Kathy Lee | [email protected] Childcare Coordinator: Courtney Hayman | [email protected] Organist: Aaron Ames, Interim Organist Commissioned Minister of Congregational Health: Office Manager: Linda Morgan | [email protected] Carla Rush| [email protected]

Your Ministry Team Leaders -Community Building: -Usher Coordinator: (pending) Peg Wade and Randy Musser -Care Team: Jeff & Tina Stovall -Sound Coordinator: Roger Wade -Prayer Shawls: Elena Kasper -Clerk: Shane Brownfield -Meal Train: Jennifer Robbennolt -Moderator: Elizabeth Shack -Driver’s Ministry: John Osborne Past Moderator: Jon Ebel -Card Ministry: Peg Wade -Incoming Moderator: Erin Ewoldt -Healing Music Ministry: Marilou Hinrichs -UCC Campus Ministry Liaison: Ilsa Kantola -Health and Wellness Team: Doug Irwin -Pastoral Relations: Cara Finnegan -Finance: Roger Wade (treasurer), David Willcox (financial -Personnel Committee: Anna Barnes secretary) -Mission: Jeanne Ward and Kristy Brownfield -Sound & Ethical Practices (SEP): Grant Robbennolt and Kyle Mahannah -Identity: Keri Evans and (pending) -Buildings & Grounds: Tom Ward and Matthew Hart -Children & Family: Julie McClure and (pending) -Contracts & Insurance: Andrew McClure -Worship: Chase Skye and Susan Pawlicki

United Church Foundation (UCC Campus Ministry) Director of Campus Ministry: Nate Brantingham ([email protected]) http://community-ucc.org/campus-ministry/

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