There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God,
the holy habitation of the Most High.
God is in the midst of the city;* it shall not be moved;
God will help it when the morning dawns.
The nations are in an uproar, the kingdoms totter;
he utters his voice, the earth melts.
The Lord of hosts is with us;
the God of Jacob is our refuge. –Psalm 46-4-7
May we immerse ourselves in the deep, wide river of God’s love. Amen.
–Altar Scape created by Marge Roy for Sunday, March 9, 2025.