Mount Calvary Sermons

20TH SUNDAY AFTER PENTECOST 2015 PSALM 90 Can you hear the cry of anguish? Do you catch the desperate voice? Can you feel the pained petition of the worker hoping, praying, pleading that his labor will be enough? She has sweltered in the heat of the day, lifted, carried, pushed, pulled, dug, sown, dealt, bargained, bought, sold. But will it be enough? He calls to God from a bygone age. He plows dust on his Kansas farm, barren sand where once rich soil thrived and crops flourished. “Prosper the work of our hands. O, prosper the work of our hands.” He groans to God from a bygone age. He hammers at a coal seam deep beneath Scranton, chiseling a living for his family, breaking his back for hisvillage, risking his life for his people. “Prosper the work of our hands. O, prosper the work of our hands.” She pleads to God from a bygone age. She stoops low in pain and humiliation, bowing before King Cotton, picking her white harvest under the brutal sun and under threat of a more brutal lash if