Those Who Weep Will Be Comforted

November 2, 2025 All Saint’s Day Luke 6:20-31 Those who weep will be comforted Year C Prelude Greeting Introit Invitation to Worship A thousand days are but a moment to God; All flesh is grass, and withers away. Still we treasure our days with those whom we love, And reluctantly give them back to God. On this day, we thank God for the saints in our lives. Let us worship God. In the beginning, God called the world into being, saying, “Let there be light!” In the fullness of time, Jesus came from God to us, saying, “I am the Light of the world.” In our everyday life, we see the work of the saints, The ones in whom God’s light shines. So let us give thanks for the saints this day, And let us worship God. We gather this morning to remember our call: To do justice, to love kindness, and to walk humbly with God. We bring with us the events of the week in the world and in our lives, Trying to know how to be just and loving and humble in the midst of it all. We gather here, and see those who are doing justice, who are kind beyond measure, who set the example for humility. With gratitude for living saints, with thankfulness for the purpose of faith, let us worship God. “Written by Beth Merrill Neel on her blog, ‘Hold Fast to What Is Good’. Used with permission. Song For all the Saints UMH 711 A Sermon for all Ages 🌿 Children’s Moment: “Seeds of Love” (Props: a fresh pomegranate and a small bowl or plate) Opening (Hold up the pomegranate.) Good morning, everyone! Do you know what this is? That’s right — it’s a pomegranate! It’s a fruit that’s full of hundreds of tiny red seeds. You can’t tell from the outside, but when you open it up, you find that all the good things — the juicy, sweet seeds — are hidden inside. Connecting Story A long time ago, people told a story about a mother named Demeter who loved her daughter Persephone very, very much. One day, Persephone had to go away for a while, and Demeter was so sad that she stopped making things grow. But after a time, Persephone came back — and when she did, flowers bloomed again and the world was full of life. It’s a story that reminds us something important — that love never really goes away. Even when someone we love has to go to heaven, that love is still here, like seeds planted in the ground. And God helps those seeds grow into kindness and memories that keep blooming in our hearts. Faith Connection Today is All Saints Day — a special Sunday when we remember people who loved us and taught us about God. Some of them might be in heaven now. We may miss them — and that’s okay. Jesus said, “Blessed are you who weep now, for you will laugh.” That means God is close to us when we are sad. Just like this pomegranate, our love for others is full of seeds — seeds that can grow into acts of kindness, generosity, and joy. Closing (Gently tap the pomegranate or scoop out a few seeds.) Each seed is like a memory, or a piece of love we can share. Maybe one seed is helping a friend. Another is saying “I love you.” Another is remembering Grandma or Grandpa and smiling when we think of them. Every seed of love we plant helps God make the world a little brighter. Let’s pray: “Dear God, thank you for the people we love and the people we miss. Help us plant seeds of love and kindness every day, until we see them again in your heavenly garden. Amen.” Scripture Luke 6:20-31 Sermon Those who weep will be comforted Here’s a 10-minute All Saints Day sermon based on Luke 6:20–31 (“Blessed are you who weep now… love your enemies… do to others as you would have them do to you”), weaving in the story of Demeter and the pomegranate as a tender reflection on grief and love. (Sermon totally generated by ChatGPT version 5) Sermon Title: “The Blessing Hidden in Our Tears” Scripture: Luke 6:20–31 Jesus looks at his disciples and says, “Blessed are you who weep now, for you will laugh.” “Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you.” “Do to others as you would have them do to you.” These are strange blessings—words that reach into the ache of human life. Jesus is not blessing pain for its own sake, but the deep, transforming love that pain can uncover. On All Saints Day, when our hearts remember those we have lost, these blessings speak directly to the mystery of grief and grace. The Story of Demeter and the Pomegranate There’s an old Greek story about Demeter, the goddess of the harvest, and her daughter Persephone. One day Persephone is taken to the underworld by Hades. Demeter’s grief is so vast that the earth itself stops producing grain; nothing grows, the world turns cold. Eventually, Zeus intervenes, and Persephone is allowed to return—but because she has eaten six pomegranate seeds in the underworld, she must spend six months each year below and six months above. So the seasons were born—winter and spring, death and rebirth, grief and joy intertwined. It’s an ancient story, not Christian, but it tells a deep truth we know too well: love and loss cannot be separated. Where there is deep love, there will be deep grief. And where there is grief, love still lingers—ripening like seeds in the dark earth. Once there was a beautiful young girl called Persephone. Her mother was Demeter, the Goddess of the growing things. Demeter and her daughter lived in a world where it was always summer. Green things were always blooming and the sun shone warm and sweet. One day while she was out with her friends, Persephone felt a trembling beneath her feat and heard a rumbling. The ground split open and Hades, God of the underworld, appeared driving a chariot. He snatched Persephone and took her back into the earth with him. The ground closed up again with a huge roar and all that was left of Persephone was a bunch of flowers on the ground. Demeter searched everywhere, but she could not find her daughter. For days and days she looked for Persephone. Her grief was so great that the earth began to grow cold and all the green things died. There was no food, and a terrible hunger came to the people. In the underworld, meanwhile, Persephone came to see that Hades wasn’t as scary as she first thought. He had been so lonely in the underworld, he told her of his longing to keep her there with him. Persephone missed her mother and the bright world above ground. But her new status as Queen of the underworld and her love for Hades gave her reason to stay with him. She believed that she had important work to do deep under the ground. Persephone knew that if she ate or drank anything in the underworld, she would have to stay there forever. Even though Hades begged her too have just a sip, or one bite of food, she didn’t’. Demeter had finally learned where Persephone was. She insisted that she be returned to her. Hades sadly hitched his horses to his chariot and prepared to take Persephone back. But before they left, he offered Persephone one last thing to eat – a ripe, blood red pomegranate. Looking him in the eye, Persephone took six seeds and ate them. They went back above ground, up through a crack in the earth. Persephone threw herself into her mothers arms, joyous to be reunited. The earth again grew rich with flowers and the sun shone once more. But, because Persephone had eaten six pomegranate seeds, it was decided that for six months of each year, she must return to the underworld with Hades, on Mabon, and winter would come to the world. In spring she would once again return to her mother, allowing the earth to bloom. The Blessing of Those Who Weep When Jesus says, “Blessed are you who weep now,” he is not denying the pain of Demeter’s winter or our own. He is naming it as sacred ground. The tears of those who love are holy. The ache we feel for the saints—our family members, our friends who have gone before us—is the measure of the love they left behind. And in God’s mysterious way, that love never dies. It goes down like a seed into the soil, and in time, it grows again—perhaps as peace, perhaps as kindness, perhaps as the courage to love others more deeply. Love That Keeps Returning Every spring in the story, Persephone rises again. Every spring, Demeter’s joy returns. And every time we remember the saints, tell their stories, laugh at their quirks, or carry on their compassion—we are seeing resurrection break through our winter. This is why Jesus calls us to love our enemies, do good, bless those who curse us. Because love—real, generous, risky love—is the only thing that survives the grave. It’s the only thing that can transform mourning into hope. A Word for the Grieving If you are missing someone today, if the world feels colder without them, hear this: Your tears are not weakness—they are seeds. Every act of love, every memory cherished, every kindness done in their name becomes part of God’s great harvest of life. The saints are not gone; they are with God. And God is with you—in the kitchen where you set one less plate, in the quiet moments where memory catches your breath, in the laughter that surprises you when you thought you could only cry. Closing Demeter’s grief turned to spring when her daughter returned. Our hope turns to joy when we remember that in Christ, love never leaves us. The saints we remember today live in the fullness of that love. And someday, when God makes all things new, we too will rise—like seeds breaking through the dark earth into the light. “Blessed are you who weep now,” says Jesus, “for you will laugh.” Amen. (ChatGPT 5) Song Kum Ba Yah (sing twice) UMH 494 Stewardship Moment As followers of Jesus, we claim our intention to learn from him, to claim him as our Lord, as the Christ, as the Master of our lives. If that’s our true identity, one way to demonstrate who we are is to see if our giving reflects what’s most important to us. If you were to check out your giving statement from the church, or the record on your credit card statement, or the graph of how your expenses are divided by category, you would have a visual description of what your dollars declare is important. As we remember “the saints” today, I’m grateful for ________________. (Use someone from your congregation who was a faithful giver or adapt this to fit your situation: “I’m grateful for my own parents who taught us not only with their words, but with their weekly offering checks and their end-of-life proclamations and legacy gifts.”) Today, we celebrate the giving of you saints! Prayer of Thanksgiving Alleluia! We give you praise, God of all life, for these gifts, and for the saints who are gathered to share in this offering. Receive this collection. Call each of us to your life and your service in the coming days, that together we might remember Jesus, and seek to live out his ministry each day of our lives. AMEN. (Disciples of Christ Center for Faith and Giving) Litany of Remembrance and Celebration (Print) Henry Ward Beecher wrote, “What the heart once owned and had, it shall never lose.” Tonight we remember those whom our hearts have owned and had, and whom we know we will never lose. We recall those who have touched our lives in such a way that we will never be the same. We are grateful for the ways in which they have blessed our lives. We lite candles in memory of those who gave us the gift of life. We honor those who gave us birth and nurtured us, those who endowed us with a heritage and raised us. We remember mothers and fathers, grandparents and great-grandparents, and all our ancestors through the ages. We remember also those who were as mother or father to us, loving us by choice rather than chance. We lite candles in memory of those who have linked us into the ongoing chain of family life. We honor those who have shared our heredity and who have experienced our common bonds. We remember sisters and brothers, aunts and uncles, relatives near and distant through time. We lite candles in memory of those who have walked beside us in so many ways. We remember those who have worked with us and played with us, who made our time on earth more enjoyable and our experiences in the world more memorable. We remember friends and co-workers and neighbors who lifted us and expanded our horizons. We lite candles in memory of those to whom we ourselves passed on the precious gift of life. We hold dear in our hearts those we have held dear in our arms. We remember children who have gone before us, and grandchildren and great-grandchildren. We remember those who lived only within the womb, those who lived a very brief time after birth, as well as those who lived on this earth for any number of years. We lite candles for those who have died In disasters, wars and violence of the world. For those who have sacrificed their lives so that we could have ours, For those whom we hold within our hearts. Robert koornneef A Service of Remembrance Invitation to Communion (Do not print words) The invitation is simple: come! Eat here, sharing in this feast. Not a meal to nourish the body, but more than enough to feed the soul. We receive the bread and wine connected to the ages: to the saint of old who felt unworthy, to the seeker eager to know God, to the teenager who wonders what it’s all about, to the child who eats with unburdened faith. Woven into this time, the tears and the hopes of generations. Come! No one will be turned away, for we know God as our Creator, Jesus the Christ as our host and the power of God’s Spirit to gather us in. Come! Remembering John Muir, renowned naturalist, who spoke of “great thousand-year days” experienced when hiking in the Sierras: Today, at this table, we share a thousand-year moment; for here we’re not just with one another in this sanctuary, but we’re surrounded by the “great cloud of witnesses” from Paul and Lydia on to the children among us. Communion. Page 13 THE GREAT THANKSGIVING FOR ALL SAINTS AND MEMORIAL OCCASIONS This text is used by the pastor while the congregation uses A Service of Word and Table II (UMH 13–15) or III (UMH 15–16) or one of the musical settings (UMH 17–25). The pastor stands behind the Lord's table. The Lord be with you. And also with you. Lift up your hearts. The pastor may lift hands and keep them raised. We lift them up to the Lord. Let us give thanks to the Lord our God. It is right to give our thanks and praise. It is right, and a good and joyful thing, always and everywhere to give thanks to you, Father Almighty (almighty God), Creator of heaven and earth: God of Abraham and Sarah, God of Miriam and Moses, God of Joshua and Deborah, God of Ruth and David, God of the priests and the prophets, God of Mary and Joseph, God of the apostles and the martyrs, God of our mothers and our fathers, God of our children to all generations. And so, with your people on earth and all the company of heaven, we praise your name and join their unending hymn: The pastor may lower hands. Holy, holy, holy Lord, God of power and might, heaven and earth are full of your glory. Hosanna in the highest. Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord. Hosanna in the highest. The pastor may raise hands. Holy are you, and blessed is your Son Jesus Christ. By the baptism of his suffering, death, and resurrection you gave birth to your Church, delivered us from slavery to sin and death, and made with us a new covenant by water and the Spirit. The pastor may hold hands, palms down, over the bread, or touch the bread, or lift the bread. On the night in which he gave himself up for us, he took bread, gave thanks to you, broke the bread, gave it to his disciples, and said: "Take, eat; this is my body which is given for you. Do this in remembrance of me." The pastor may hold hands, palms down, over the cup, or touch the cup, or lift the cup. When the supper was over he took the cup, gave thanks to you, gave it to his disciples, and said: "Drink from this, all of you; this is my blood of the new covenant, poured out for you and for many for the forgiveness of sins. Do this, as often as you drink it, in remembrance of me." The pastor may raise hands. And so, in remembrance of these your mighty acts in Jesus Christ, we offer ourselves in praise and thanksgiving as a holy and living sacrifice, in union with Christ's offering for us, as we proclaim the mystery of faith. Christ has died; Christ is risen; Christ will come again. LORD’S PRAYER The pastor may hold hands, palms down, over the bread and cup. Pour out your Holy Spirit on us gathered here, and on these gifts of bread and wine. Make them be for us the body and blood of Christ, that we may be for the world the body of Christ, redeemed by his blood. The pastor may raise hands. Renew our communion with all your saints, especially those whom we name before you— Name(s) —(in our hearts). Silence may be kept for the remembrance of names. Since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, strengthen us to run with perseverance the race that is set before us, looking to Jesus, the Pioneer and Perfecter of our faith. By your Spirit make us one with Christ, one with each other, and one in ministry to all the world, until Christ comes in final victory, and we feast at his heavenly banquet. Through your Son Jesus Christ, with the Holy Spirit in your holy Church, all honor and glory is yours, almighty Father (God), now and for ever. Amen. Copyright: “The Great Thanksgiving for All Saints and Memorial Occasions” Copyright© 1972 The Methodist Publishing House; Copyright © 1980, 1981, 1985 UMPH; Copyright © 1986 Abingdon Press; Copyright © 1987, 1989, 1992 UMPU. Used by permission.” Announcements Closing Prayer for Facebook May God grant you grace, that in pain you may find comfort, in sorrow hope, in death resurrection. Amen – From United Methodist Book of Worship, Service of Death and Resurrection, pg. 142 Community Time – Joys and Concerns Benedictions Go into the world as the living body of Christ, bringing eternal life to all who seek God’s face. Amen. (Psalm 24, Revelation 21) Additional Illustrations There is a sound, God, when grief spills from the corner of an eye, and stains the earth with its wetness. It is not a quiet sound, although it may be difficult to hear, and it is not a strange sound; we know its compelling rhythms all too well, because it is, after all, the sound of your voice. You fill every tear with your nail-scarred presence, and breathe into every gasp, your comforting Spirit. And in every broken voice, you call, inviting us to find you in the weeping. Thank you for the grace that shouts in the pain of our world, and that teaches us to listen for life in the sound of tears.