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We kicked off a new series this weekend called RAW (Real.Authentic.Worship) at Grace Church.  This series is about turning our focus upward and learning how to live a life in worship.  To help everyone get the most out of the series, we have provided "Grab-n-Go" packets for your Grace Group.  Not in a Grace Group?  No problem.  Pick up a packet to start your own or search for one online through our Grace Group Finder.

As a special feature this past weekend, we had a dramatic reading from the Psalms.  Special thanks to Maura Cross for finding the Psalms, Ben Abu Saada for choreographing it to music, and Rendi Doran, Chris Jones, and Brian King for reading during the services.  The verses in The Message format are provided below for you to read and reflect over. We've had a great feedback from the reading.  @KikeAnunobi: "Did not want to leave
when service was.The actors opening up to God ministered so much. Glad God led
me to Grace church!"

Female: Psalm 6:2-7

1-2  Please, God, no more
yelling, no more trips to the
woodshed. Treat me nice for a
change; I’m so starved for
2-3  Can’t you see I’m black-andblue,
beat up badly in bones and
soul? God, how long will it take for you
to let up?
4-5   Break in, God, and break up this
fight; if you love me at all, get me
out of here. I’m no good to you dead,
am I? I can’t sing in your choir if
I’m buried in some tomb!
6-7  I’m tired of all this—so tired. My
bed has been floating forty days and
nights On the flood of my
tears. My mattress is soaked,
soggy with tears. The sockets of my
eyes are black holes; nearly blind, I
squint and grope.

Male: Psalm 42:1-4

1-3  A white-tailed deer drinks from
the creek; I want to drink
God, deep draughts of God. I’m
thirsty for God-alive. I wonder, “Will I
ever make it— arrive and drink in
God’s presence?” I’m on a diet of
tears— tears for breakfast, tears for
supper. All day long people knock
at my door, Pestering, “Where is this
God of yours?”
4    These are the things I go over and
over, emptying out the pockets of my
life. I was always at the head of the
worshiping crowd, right out in
front, Leading them all, eager to
arrive and worship, Shouting praises,
singing thanksgiving— celebrating, all
of us, God’s feast!

Female: Psalm 10:1

1-2 God, are you avoiding
me? Where are you when I need you?

Psalm 43:1-2

1-2 Clear my name, God; stick up for
me against these loveless, immoral
people. Get me out of here,
away from these lying
degenerates. I counted on you,
God. Why did you walk out on
me? Why am I pacing the floor,
wringing my hands over these
outrageous people?

Male: Psalm 42:6-8

6-8   When my soul is in the dumps, I
rehearse everything I know of
you, From Jordan depths to Hermon
heights, including Mount
Mizar. Chaos calls to chaos, to the
tune of whitewater rapids. Your
breaking surf, your thundering
breakers crash and crush
me. Then God promises to love me all
day, sing songs all through the
night! My life is God’s prayer.
9-10   Sometimes I ask God, my rock-solid
God, “Why did you let me
down? Why am I walking around in
tears, harassed by
enemies?” They’re out for the kill,
these tormentors with their
obscenities, Taunting day after
day, “Where is this God of yours?”
11   Why are you down in the dumps, dear
soul? Why are you crying the
blues? Fix my eyes on God— soon I’ll
be praising again. He puts a smile on
my face…………He’s my God.