In Memory of Joe Horak
For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:
2 a time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
3 a time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
4 a time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
5 a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
6 a time to seek, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
7 a time to tear, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
8 a time to love, and a time to hate;
a time for war, and a time for peace.
I hold it true, whate’er befall,
I fell it when I sorrow most—
Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.
—Alfred Tennyson
It is better to go to the house of mourning
than to go to the house of feasting,
for this is the end of all mankind,
and the living will lay it to heart.
3 Sorrow is better than laughter,
for by sadness of face the heart is made glad.
O God, from whom all blessings flow, we come in great need of Your blessing. You and You alone know our broken hearts; You know the grief we experience. Out of our emptiness we come to You. Our reservoir of strength has been depleted; our souls are bare; our feelings are numb. Lord, we need You.
The seas of our life have been turbulent with sickness, pain, and separation. There have been times when we have cried out, “Why me?” We are filled with questions. We do not have the answers, so we come to You. Teach us to trust You, steady our faith so that in this darkness we may see Your light.
O God, grant that in all our grief we may turn to You. Grant us the peace of Your consolation and the joy of Your love. We ask this through Jesus Christ, our Lord. Amen.
Offered by: William Kitchen
everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved.”