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Feb 1, 2018

Pulpit To Pew | Ep62 | Night Vision Googles of Faith | Johnny Gwin | Beverly Gibson

In this episode, Rev. Beverly Gibson reflects on Rev. Marshall Carver's sermon from the week's lessons and service at Christ Church Cathedral (Mobile, Alabama). She discusses the pros and cons of using popular music (and culture) in a sermon and how Rev. Craver did an excellent job of incorporating Simon & Garfunkel's Sound of Silence to deliver his message of managing the light and darkness in our lives. Do we close ourselves off to our family, world, and God when darkness arrives? Do we know how to communicate this uneasiness to those that can help us? Can we see that Jesus calls us to stand with him when evil and darkness arrives in our lives? Rev. Gibson explores the concept and meaning of Jesus's "authority" reflected in Mark 1:21-28, and Johnny tries his best to explain his understanding of Paul's 1 Corinthians 8:1-13. Lastly, William Blake's "The Lamb," "The Lion," his "Doors Of Perception" are examined to delve into the duality of the light and darkness in "this world" and "not of this world."

Worship Notes From Rev. Beverly Gibson

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Readings

 


The Sound of Silence
by Simon & Garfunkel

 

Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw

Ten thousand people maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never shared
No one dared
Disturb the sound of silence

"Fools," said I, "you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sound of silence"