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Children's Time: Prayer for School, Prayer for Summer (June, 2, 2013)

(Inspired by Worshipping With Children of Carolyn Brorwn) Good Morning. Here we are! It’s June - there are many exciting things happening this month. Can you tell me some things that will be happening? (End of school, church picnic, birthday parties, beginning of summer...) I am so happy to see you guys today, because I will be away for holiday for about one month. My family is going to Korea for a month, tomorrow , and we won’t be back until the middle of July. So, someone needs to ask me, “Ha Na, are you excited?”  (wait for someone to ask) “Yes, I am very excited!” It will be my family’s first visit to Korea all together since we moved to Canada. My sons Peace and Jah-bi will see their grandparents for the first time in a long time. So, that’s pretty exciting! But at the same time, I feel sad, because I will miss you, even though we will see each other in July. And I know that when I come back, I may not see some of you right away, because you will be in th

Sermon - The Word (June 2, 2013) & Benediction

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Sermon: The Word Luke 7:1-10 The healing of the centurion’s slave is quite a well-known Gospel story, famed for the centurion’s remarkable humility and Jesus’s acclamation of his unswerving belief. At the bed of his beloved slave, the centurion sent Jewish elders to bring Christ to his house, then sent his close friends to find Jesus and deliver the message “Do not come to me, for I am unworthy. Only speak the word and my servant will be healed.” When I was young, I grew up in the Roman Catholic Church, and attended either the Children’s Mass or of the regular Sunday Mass with my parents. At adults’ mass, I remember I loved singing very much, but for the rest of the time I was fidgety and impatient. I tried to lie down on the pew, and whenever I gave up the effort to sit up properly, my mom wouldn’t say a word; she  would simply hold my left hand and write some letters on my small palm with her finger, words that I was never able to fully spell out. My mom often said, “Try