Music this morning, May 17th, features special guest multi-instrumentalist Oscar Rios Pohirieth, vocalists Tyler Gruttemeyer and Julia Olynyk, and Countryside Jazz. Oscar Rios Pohirieth specializes in Andean Folk Music, which has been passed down over centuries from the Incan Empire to the present day.
Time Essence (Chuck Mahronic) – Countryside Jazz
Ama Sua, Ama Llulla, Ama Quella (Quechua Chant) – Oscar Rios Pohirieth
El Camino de Llamas (Traditional Peruvian) – Oscar Rios Pohirieth
God May Your Justice Roll Down
God, may your justice roll down like the waters you send here,
And may your righteousness flow like a stream without end here!
Praying this prayer, many have struggled and dared, all for the world you intend here.
Christ, we give thanks for past saints who renewed education,
Freed the oppressed, brought your healing and fought segregation.
Savior and Lord, great were the risks they endured, bearing your hope and salvation.
We as your church now remember these stories of others
And pray your Spirit will send us, as your sons and daughters.
Show us the way we, too, can serve you each day, ’til justice rolls down like waters.
Here is a reflection by the author, Carolyn Winfrey Gillette:
“God, May Your Justice Roll Down” is based on Amos 5:24: “Let justice roll down like waters and righteousness like an ever-flowing stream.” Through the centuries, countless Christians have done just that. They have worked for reforms in education, sought to end oppression, worked in ministries of healing, and struggled to bring civil rights to all people.
Who are the saints of old who have inspired you? Are they famous people you read about in books and learned about in school? Are they your grandparents and great-grandparents who worked in communities you know and care about? How has justice rolled down like waters — waters that can’t be stopped — because of the work and witness of the saints that you know?
Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing
Come, thou Fount of every blessing, tune my heart to sing thy grace;
streams of mercy, never ceasing, call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet, sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount I’m fixed upon it, mount of God’s redeeming love.
Here I find my greatest treasure; hither by thy help I’ve come;
and I hope, by thy good pleasure, safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger, wandering from the fold of God;
he, to rescue me from danger, bought me with his precious blood.
Oh, to grace how great a debtor, daily I’m constrained to be!
Let thy goodness, like a fetter, bind my wandering heart to thee:
prone to wander, Lord, I feel it, prone to leave the God I love;
here’s my heart, O take and seal it; seal it for thy courts above.