Saturday, August 13, 2022


No Longer Bound


Green Season – Sundays after Pentecost

Tune: New Britain - "Amazing Grace"

Meter: CM


                          1. We would remain in chains to sin

                          Except for Christ, our Lord,

                          Who frees us from our self-deceit

                          That we might live God’s word.


                          2. Now we oft still remain in bonds

                          Blind to our privileged lives.

                          Christ opens up a door for us:

                          Come in, repent, and thrive.


                          3. Be seated at God’s feast of love,

                          Christ’s freedom now is ours.

                          Because the blest Passover Lamb

                          Our liberty secures.


                          4. Now go and tell this truth abroad:

                          That Christ has set us free.

                          No longer bound by prejudice,

                          Once blind, help us to see.


Hymn with this tune – “Amazing Grace, How Sweet the Sound”


Text:  Copyright @2020 by Kenn Storck

May be used with permission


Saturday, August 6, 2022


Lift Up the Lowly 

Holy Communion

Tune: Veni, Emmanuel


Hymn tune: Evangelical Lutheran Worship

#257 – O Come, O Come Emmanuel


1.   We call on you, O Holy One Divine

as you are present in the bread and wine.

Open our hearts, O Spirit of love

Raising the Christ within us to serve.



Lift up, Lift up, the lowly and the least

so that divine justice will not cease.



2.   We see humanity in desperate straits.

Freedom, democracy no longer safe.

Embrace us with your transforming grace.

Embolden us to stand, tyra’ny debase.



Lift up, Lift up, the lowly and the least

so that divine justice will not cease.



3.   As Mary once voiced your loving reign,

grant us the voice to do now just the same

as we confront autocracy and fame

with bold discipleship proclaim your name.


Final Refrain:

Lift up, Lift up, the lowly and the least,

that we may know your justice and your peace.




Text: Rev. Kenn Storck

Copyright @2022

May be used with permission.



Tuesday, July 19, 2022


Hymn for Musicians

“Firstborn of Creation”

Tune:  Aurelia

Meter: D


1. O Firstborn of Creation:

O Music of the Spheres,

your Spirit o’er the waters

echoes throughout the years:

for when there is no language

and when our speech is mute,

our God inspires musicians

and acts as holy muse.


2. And when we live in terror,

our voices stilled, confused,

God’s music breaks the silence

and falls like morning dew.

O fertile, living Spirit,

Creator, one true God,

now sing of Christ within us:

Open our hearts to love.


3. God, as we come to worship,

give speech beyond our words.

The music you created

sings justice in our world.

For Christ will go before us--

the cross -- our song of love;

we follow, hearts uplifted

and sing with saints above.


Hymn with this tune: “The Church’s One Foundation”


Co-authored by Rev. Kenn Storck & Rev. Angela Renecker

Copyright @2020

May be used with permission

Friday, July 8, 2022


A Poem a Sunday

July 10, 2022

Pentecost 8 C

 Art by Daniel Bonnell

St. Luke 10:25-37 - New Revised Standard Version (NRSV)

Commentary:  A great preaching opportunity on a classic story.  Might we take another angle on the text?  Rather than a morality tale, take the position of the victim.  This is a radical reversal often portrayed in the Gospel of Luke.  The Kingdom comes in the most unexpected places with the most unexpected people.  The poem, Robbed, takes the point of view of the victim.  How will preachers preach this?

 The Parable of the Good Samaritan

25 Just then a lawyer stood up to test Jesus.[a] “Teacher,” he said, “what must I do to inherit eternal life?” 26 He said to him, “What is written in the law? What do you read there?” 27 He answered, “You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your strength, and with all your mind; and your neighbor as yourself.” 28 And he said to him, “You have given the right answer; do this, and you will live.”

29 But wanting to justify himself, he asked Jesus, “And who is my neighbor?” 30 Jesus replied, “A man was going down from Jerusalem to Jericho, and fell into the hands of robbers, who stripped him, beat him, and went away, leaving him half dead. 31 Now by chance a priest was going down that road; and when he saw him, he passed by on the other side. 32 So likewise a Levite, when he came to the place and saw him, passed by on the other side. 33 But a Samaritan while traveling came near him; and when he saw him, he was moved with pity. 34 He went to him and bandaged his wounds, having poured oil and wine on them. Then he put him on his own animal, brought him to an inn, and took care of him. 35 The next day he took out two denarii,[b] gave them to the innkeeper, and said, ‘Take care of him; and when I come back, I will repay you whatever more you spend.’ 36 Which of these three, do you think, was a neighbor to the man who fell into the hands of the robbers?” 37 He said, “The one who showed him mercy.” Jesus said to him, “Go and do likewise.”


Luke 10:25 Gk him

Luke 10:35 The denarius was the usual day’s wage for a laborer


“A twisted fisted hand,

A bleeding furrowed brow.

My eyes saw skies—dark, threatening.

Cries arise through the tree boughs.


Tossed in a ditch like garbage

From a recent traveler’s meal.

I had no breath to shout again.

My mind began to reel.


In a mindless stupor

My inner eye could see

Images of people

Who began to pass by me.


Out of the foggy coma

A dream-like man rode by.

A Priest with prayer shawl muttered:

“Unclean!  Unclean!” he sighed.


My God!  It seemed like days

Until my inner eye could see

A Levi dressed in Sabbath garb

Hovering over me.


His look of horror struck

Within my mind and heart.

The Sabbath Law must be obeyed

And so he did depart.


A twisted opened hand,

A face I dare not trust,

Thrusted hands now lifted me

And we were in a rush.


The sky was dark and gray.

Hands gently salved my wounds.

I found myself awake from sleep

Resting in a room.


A twisted opened hand

Passed silver across the door.

Speaking softly, left unknown:

“Tell me if you need more.”


I awakened from deep pain

And thought it was a dream.

Could comrades from my race

Have left me in such a scene?


Samaritan –a face of hate

--trash –a dirty dog!

Salved my wounds and brought me here?

My God, I’m in a fog!


A gentle voice, the innkeeper’s wife, sighed,

“No, God’s Word is very near.

In those we hate and despise

God’s promise is made clear.”


Kenn Storck - Copyright @ A Poem a Sunday

Reproduced with permission



Tuesday, June 28, 2022


Witch Hunt


Salem’s door was slowly closing

as women’s power has increased.

Male dominion dare not be threatened

after 50 years it has to cease.


Power it is that moved the SCOTUS

to decree and give the right

over bodies to the States now

a victory for white life.


Women pay gap 30% less

then that of males today.

Power and privilege are secure now

that the SCOTUS got its way:


to oppress and keep all females

lower, lower than before.

Nothing less than Salem witch trials

paranoid men enhance their score.


Here we are a nation divided

by a political civil war

as the Supreme Court lit the fire

once again opening Salem’s door.


Author:  Kenn Storck

June 28, 2022

Tuesday, June 14, 2022

Pentecost Prayer


         Untamed Divinity:

         Cast the chaos of creativity,

         The fertility of the feminine,

         Across the waters of the deep.


         Wild wind:

         Blow where you will,

         Stirring up the desert,

         Seeding the hot sands.


         Holy breath:

         Penetrate our lungs.

         Heed our hopeless sighs,

         Bless our birth cries.


         Rushing sound:

         Break the barriers of silence.

         Open all doors,

         Engulf us with grace.


         Divided tongue:

         Unlock our lips.

         Turn our babel

         Into the language of love.


         Flash of fire:

         Ignite our hearts

         Burning with the passion

         Of the risen Christ.


         By Rev. Kenn Storck

           May be used with permission




Tuesday, June 7, 2022


Hymn #4 - Consolation

Times of Lament


Tune: Herzlich Tut Mich Verlangen



                 1.  We can no longer gather beneath a darkening cloud.

                 Your people all are scattered apart and cry aloud:

                 “O God, be with the dying, those suffering, alone.

                 Hear now your children crying, lamenting for their own.”


                 2.  O be a present loved one, O God be very near.

                 As we each day remember all those we held so dear.

                 Be with us in our sorrow, O tender God of love

                 Grant us a new tomorrow with all the saints above.


                 3.  Now be our consolation – our true and dearest friend.

                 Grant us a liberation from sickness without end.

                 And when we come to gather again to worship you

                 Transform us to be neighbor in all we say and do.


Hymn with this tune – “O Sacred Head, Now Wounded”


Text:  Copyright @2020 by Kenn Storck

May be used with permission