I believe in God the Father Almighty,
Maker of heaven and earth, and in Jesus Christ,
His only Son our Lod, who was conceived by the Holy Spirit,
born of the Virgin Mary, suffered under Pontius Pilate,
was crucified, dead, and buried;
He descended into hell; the third day He rose again from the dead;
He ascended into heaven, and sitteth on the right hand of God the Father Almighty;
from thence He shall come to judge the quick and the dead.
I believe in the Holy Spirit, the holy universal church,
the communion of saints, the forgiveness of sins,
the resurrection of the body, and the life everlasting. Amen.


response reading 98. Parent's Sunday
PRES: Honor your father and your mother,
CONG: so that you may live long in the land the LORD your God is giving you.
PRES: Listen, my son, to your father's instruction and do not forsake your mother's teaching.
CONG: They will be a garland to grace your head and a chain to adorn your neck.
PRES: Listen to your father, who gave you life, and do not despise your mother when she is old.
CONG: May your father and mother be glad; may she who gave you birth rejoice!
PRES: Children, obey your parents in the LORD, for this is right
CONG: Honor your father and mother, which is the first commandment with a promise - that it may go well with you and that you may enjoy long life on the earth.


Hymnal 419
1 Under His wings, I am safely abiding; though the night deepens and tempests are wild,
Still I can trust Him I know He will keep me; He has redeemed me and I am His child
Under His wings, under His wings, who from His love can sever?
Under His wings my souls shall abide, safely abide forever.
2 Under His wings, what a refuge in sorrow! How the heart yearningly turns to His rest!
Often when earth has no balm for my healing; there I find comfort and there I am blest.
Under His wings, under His wings, who from His love can sever?
Under His wings my souls shall abide, safely abide forever.
3 Under His wings, O what precious enjoyment! There will I hide till life's trials are over;
Sheltered, protected, no evil can harm me; resting in Jesus I'm safe evermore.
Under His wings, under His wings, who from His love can sever?
Under His wings my souls shall abide, safely abide forever.


John 2:1-11
1 On the third day a wedding took place at Cana in Galilee. Jesus' mother was there,
2 and Jesus and his disciples had also been invited to the wedding.
3 When the wine was gone, Jesus' mother said to him, "They have no more wine."
4 "Dear woman, why do you involve me?" Jesus replied, "My time has not yet come."
5 His mother said to the servants, "Do whatever he tells you."
6 Nearby stood six stone water jars, the kind used by the Jews for ceremonial washing, each holding from twenty to thirty gallons.
7 Jesus said to the servants, "Fill the jars with water"; so they filled them to the brim.
8 Then he told them, "Now draw some out and take it to the master of the banquet." They did so,
9 and the master of the banquet tasted the water that had been turned into wine. He did not realize where it had come from, though the servants who had drawn the water knew. Then he called the bridegroom aside
10 and said, "Everyone brings out the choice wine first and then the cheaper wine after the guests have had too much to drink; but you have saved the best till now."
11 This, the first of his miraculous signs, Jesus performed in Cana of Galilee. He thus revealed his glory, and his disciples put their faith in him.


Hymnal 199
1 There's a dear and precious book, Tho' it's worn and faded now,
Which recalls the happy days of long ago; When I stood at mother's knee,
With her hand upon my brow, And I heard her voice in gentle tones and low.
Blessed book, precious book, On thy dear old tear-stained leaves I love to look;
Thou art sweet day by day, As I walk the narrow way That leads at last to that bright home above.
2 As she read the stories o’er Of those mighty men of old,
Of Joseph and of Daniel and their trials, Of little David bold,
Who became a king at last, Of Satan and his many wicked wiles.
Blessed book, precious book, On thy dear old tear-stained leaves I love to look;
Thou art sweet day by day, As I walk the narrow way That leads at last to that bright home above.
3 There she read of Jesus' love, As he blest the children dear,
How he suffered, bled and died upon the tree; Of his heavy load of care,
Then she dried my flowing tear With her kisses as she said it was for me.
Blessed book, precious book, On thy dear old tear-stained leaves I love to look;
Thou art sweet day by day, As I walk the narrow way That leads at last to that bright home above.
4 Well, those days are past and gone, But their mem'ry lingers still,
And the dear old Book each day has been my guide; And I seek to do his will,
As my mother taught me then, And ever in my heart his words abide.
Blessed book, precious book, On thy dear old tear-stained leaves I love to look;
Thou art sweet day by day, As I walk the narrow way That leads at last to that bright home above.