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06/07/2026

Somerset Baptist Church – June 7, 2026

Call to Worship
Hymn
Invocation / Lord’s Prayer

Joys & Concerns
Pastoral Prayer

Scripture Genesis 12:1-9
Hymn
Scripture Matthew 9:9-13, 18-26

Sermon

Service of The Lord’s Table
Communion Hymn
Sharing of the Elements
Prayer of Thanksgiving

Closing Hymn
Benediction

04/11/2026
01/08/2026

Shepherds didn’t pour oil on sheep for ceremony or appearance. They did it because sheep were vulnerable, easily wounded, and unable to protect themselves from things they couldn’t see coming. Oil was an act of care. It was personal. It was protective. And it was daily.

In the ancient world, shepherds would mix olive oil with herbs and spices and gently rub it over a sheep’s head, nose, ears, and sometimes the whole body. This oil served multiple purposes. It healed cuts and scrapes from rocky terrain. It soothed skin irritated by heat and dryness. Most importantly, it protected sheep from parasites and insects. Flies would lay eggs in a sheep’s nose or ears, leading to infection, torment, and even death. The oil created a barrier. What once brought irritation and danger could no longer take hold.

Sheep didn’t apply the oil themselves. They didn’t earn it by behaving well. They didn’t request it with perfect obedience. The shepherd noticed the need and responded with care. The oil wasn’t a reward. It was provision.

This image is powerful because Scripture often describes God as our Shepherd and us as His sheep. When David wrote, “You anoint my head with oil,” he wasn’t speaking poetically. He was describing the Shepherd’s intentional care over the vulnerable places of our lives. Oil represented healing, protection, and presence.

For New Testament believers, this image finds its fulfillment in Jesus.

Through Jesus, we are not merely visited by the Shepherd. We are permanently cared for by Him. The anointing is no longer external and occasional. The Holy Spirit now dwells within us. What oil did temporarily on the outside, the Spirit does continually on the inside.

Just as oil protected sheep from unseen threats, the Spirit guards our hearts and minds. Just as oil soothed wounds, the grace of God heals places we’ve been hurt by life, sin, or failure. Just as oil kept irritation from taking root, the Spirit keeps accusation, shame, and fear from settling in and defining us.

Notice something important: oil didn’t make sheep perfect. It made them protected. They still walked rocky paths. They still wandered. They still needed guidance. But they were covered.

That’s the posture of New Testament faith. We don’t live trying to avoid every mistake so God will care for us. We live from the reality that He already does. The Shepherd goes before us, tends to us, and applies what we cannot apply ourselves.

When Scripture speaks of anointing in the New Testament, it consistently points to God’s initiative, not our effort. “You have been anointed by the Holy One.” That means you are already marked, already covered, already kept.

The enemy loves dry places. Shame grows where wounds stay untreated. Fear multiplies where irritation is ignored. But oil changes the environment. And in Christ, your life is not dry ground. You are cared for ground.

The same Shepherd who poured oil on the sheep then is the Shepherd who pours grace, truth, and life into us now. Not because we asked perfectly. Not because we behaved consistently. But because love always moves first.

You are not surviving on your own. You are not exposed. You are not overlooked.

Your Shepherd still anoints heads with oil.
And in Christ, that oil never runs out.

12/28/2025

“Learning to Sit in the Quiet”
It took having the rush taken away
for me to finally see—
the Lord was never asking me to hurry.

Christmas came and went,
and the noise followed it out the door.
The house grew still,
like it was waiting for something
I hadn’t known how to give before.

So I sat.

More years under my belt,
with more memories than plans,
more reflection than urgency.
The kind of woman
who has learned that stillness
is not wasted time—
it’s holy ground.

I used to fill every space
with doing.
Cooking.
Fixing.
Holding everything together
before it could fall apart.

But the rush was never required.

It took the quiet after Christmas—
the chairs pushed back,
the plates put away,
the goodbyes already spoken—
for me to realize
the Lord had been waiting
in the silence all along.

“Be still,” He said.
Not as a command,
but as an invitation.

So I sit in the soft light of morning,
hands folded in my lap,
heart no longer racing ahead.
I listen instead of rushing.
I breathe instead of striving.

And I understand now—
God was never found in the frenzy.
He was in the pause.
In the slowing.
In the moments
I used to hurry past.

It took having the rush taken away
to realize
He wanted my attention,
not my exhaustion.

And maybe this is what growing older teaches—
that peace comes
not when everything is done,
but when we finally sit long enough
to notice
He has been with us
the whole time.

11/18/2025

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375 High Street
Somerset, MA

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+15086761850

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