Bulletin with announcements – June 5, 2022

Dunsford United Church

Sunday, June 5, 2022 – Pentecost Sunday

Pulpit Supply: Darlene Hallett, LLWL

†= stand as you are able

† GATHERING MUSIC: VU #377 v. 1 “Holy Spirit, Hear Us” (Words: William H. Parker)

Holy Spirit, hear us, help us while we sing; breathe into the music of the praise we bring.

WELCOME AND CELEBRATIONS

LIGHTING OF THE CANDLES

We light this candle called the Christ Candle to remind ourselves of the presence of Christ in our midst.  Christ promised to be among us whenever and wherever two or three gather in his name.  We, as the community of faith of Dunsford United gather in Christ’s name.

We light the candle of community to remind us that our work is not just carried out within these walls.  Our work carries beyond these walls and out into our local community.

And we light the candle for the wider world.  We keep the millions of people that need help in its many forms in our prayers.

Our last candle is for our brothers and sisters that we share our land with.  We pray that we be open to the truths of our joint story and that all can be reconciled with the actions of the many in the past.

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT OF THE LANDS (Unison)

We acknowledge, honour and respect this land and the Anishnabeg/Mississauga peoples with whom Treaty 20, Williams treaty, was signed, on the lands where I am, and we acknowledge also and give thanks for the lands and people of treaties and unceded territories of all who are worshiping. It is up to all of us to live into truth, respect and reconciliation with all our relations.

CALL TO WORSHIP Responsively

One:   When we feel alone, when we feel rejected

All:      Come, Holy Spirit, Come!

One:   When we feel drained and dried up, and we can’t give any more

All:      Come, Holy Spirit, Come!

One:   When we are unsure of how to move or where to go or what to do

All:      Come, Holy Spirit, Come!

One:   Come, Holy Spirit, revive us, move in us and encourage us on our journey of faith.

All:      Come, Holy Spirit, Come!   Amen!

† HYMN:  VU # 377 “Holy Spirit, Hear Us” (Words: William H. Parker)

Holy Spirit, shine now on the book we read; light its holy pages with the truth we need.

Holy Spirit, prompt us when we bow to pray; speak within and teach us what we ought to say.

Holy Spirit, help us daily by your might, what is wrong to conquer, and to choose the right.

PRAYER FOR PENTECOST: in unison

Holy One, for all of the ways you speak to us – in rushing wind, in dancing flames, in words we understand, and in all that transcends language, we give thanks.

Give us the courage to speak your love everywhere we go and to everyone we meet.  Amen

MINISTRY OF MUSIC: “Triumphantly the Church will Rise” Sylvia

OFFERING

DEDICATION: in unison

Gracious God, bless the gifts that we give, and the gifts that we are.  May each step of our journey lead us closer to you and your kingdom.  And may our lives reveal your love to the world.  Amen

† HYMN:  VU #196 “Wind That Makes All Winds that Blow” (Words: Thomas H. Troeger)

Wind who makes all winds that blow, gusts that bend the saplings low,

gales that heave the sea in waves, stirrings in the mind’s deep caves,

aim your breath with steady power on your church this day, this hour.

Raise, renew the life we’ve lost, Spirit God of Pentecost.

Fire who fuels all fires that burn, suns around which planets turn,

beacons marking reefs and shoals, shining truth to guide our souls,

come to us as once you came: burst in tongues of sacred flame!

Light and Power, Might and Strength, fill your church, its breadth and length.

STORY AND PRAYERS FOR THE YOUNG AND YOUNG AT HEART

MINUTE FOR MISSION: Sylvia

SCRIPTURE READING: Acts 2:1–21 (Read by Sylvia Van Belle)

The Holy Spirit Comes at Pentecost

When the day of Pentecost came, they were all together in one place.  Suddenly a sound like the blowing of a violent wind came from heaven and filled the whole house where they were sitting.  They saw what seemed to be tongues of fire that separated and came to rest on each of them.  All of them were filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak in other tongues[a] as the Spirit enabled them.

Now there were staying in Jerusalem God-fearing Jews from every nation under heaven.   When they heard this sound, a crowd came together in bewilderment, because each one heard their own language being spoken.  Utterly amazed, they asked: “Aren’t all these who are speaking Galileans?  Then how is it that each of us hears them in our native language?  Parthians, Medes and Elamites; residents of Mesopotamia, Judea and Cappadocia, Pontus and Asia, Phrygia and Pamphylia, Egypt and the parts of Libya near Cyrene; visitors from Rome (both Jews and converts to Judaism); Cretans and Arabs—we hear them declaring the wonders of God in our own tongues!”  Amazed and perplexed, they asked one another, “What does this mean?”

Some, however, made fun of them and said, “They have had too much wine.” 

Peter Addresses the Crowd

Then Peter stood up with the Eleven, raised his voice and addressed the crowd: “Fellow Jews and all of you who live in Jerusalem, let me explain this to you; listen carefully to what I say.   These people are not drunk, as you suppose. It’s only nine in the morning!  No, this is what was spoken by the prophet Joel:  “‘In the last days, God says, I will pour out my Spirit on all people. Your sons and daughters will prophesy, your young men will see visions, your old men will dream dreams.  Even on my servants, both men and women, I will pour out my Spirit in those days, and they will prophesy.  I will show wonders in the heavens above and signs on the earth below, blood and fire and billows of smoke.  The sun will be turned to darkness and the moon to blood before the coming of the great and glorious day of the Lord.

And everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved.’

MESSAGE:  2,000 Candles!

            Happy Birthday!      ‘What?’ you say!

            ‘It’s not your birthday?  Are you sure?  I think it is.  But you’re right too.  It may not be your own personal celebration of the day you were born.  But it is the day to celebrate the birth of the church.  The very first church.  The very first Christian church.  It happened almost 2,000 years ago.  That’s a lot of candles!

            Jesus had been dead and resurrected.  And, yes, there were followers of his teachings.  But no actual movement that could be called a church until Pentecost.

            If you were an ancient Greek or are of Greek descent, you would know the word pentekostas which means fifty.  You would also know the words pentekoste hemera which means fiftieth day.  The Jews of that day borrowed this Greek term.  They used it to mark the time from the end of their Passover holiday to the beginning of their Shavuot or harvest feast.  What we say as Pentecost.

            Fifty days after Jesus was resurrected, something extraordinary, something miraculous, something quite scary happened at their feast of harvest.  The disciples, both men and women, were waiting.  They were clueless.  They were leaderless.  They were hiding.  Hiding in a house somewhere in Jerusalem.  They probably had no idea what they were waiting for.  But they were gathered together, waiting.  Perhaps they were looking up to heaven; looking to God for answers.

            Imagine them all in the same room.  Can you hear them?  Do you have any idea what they’re talking about?  Maybe grumbling about having to pay taxes to Rome.

            We see them reclining and eating from platters.  Grapes?  Figs?  Hummus and flatbread?  Sipping the wine of their time.  There might be children playing quietly or racing around playing tag.  All are waiting for an answer to the question ‘What’s next?’       

            I found this monologue on an internet site.  So I believe that puts it in the ‘public domain’.  I sure hope so.  If I’m wrong, I plead ignorance and apologize to Dr. Ralph F. Wilson, its creator.  This is his work.  I hope you agree that there’s no sense in re-inventing the wheel as the saying goes.  No sense of me trying to create my own monologue which wouldn’t be as good as his.  He calls it ‘I Was There at Pentecost’.

            Ah, Pentecost.  People ask me about it every once in a while.  I remember it as though it was yesterday – though it’s been twenty years or more since then.  History was being made.  The end of an old era.  The beginning of the new – and I was there!

            I was 19 or so, up to Jerusalem from Galilee for Passover.  Just a kid.  It was the year they crucified Jesus, a fellow Galilean.  Like so many others, I was stunned, heart broken.  After his death I just didn’t go home.  I hung around with some of his followers.  In hiding actually.  And then on Sunday, word came that he had risen from the dead.  And so I stayed in the city.

            Those were heady days, with Jesus appearing to the apostles and others for weeks on end.  Then he ascended, went up into heaven.  We were to wait in the city, the apostles told us.  Something about power and witnessing and the Holy Spirit.  So we waited – about 120 of us – meeting morning and evening, talking, reading scripture, praying.  For nearly ten days we waited like that.

            Then one morning when we had gathered together for early prayer – about 8 o’clock or so – the building where we were meeting was hit by a whirlwind – or so it seemed.  You could hear the howling of the wind but you couldn’t feel it in the room.

            ‘O dear Jesus’ someone called out.  And then came the flames – dancing flames appeared in the room above our heads.

            ‘God Almighty’ another person shouted.  Peter was praying loudly.  Other apostles joining in.  It was eerie, when I think about it.  Wind that didn’t blow.  Flames that didn’t burn.  Like the glory of God on the mountain when God appeared to Moses.

            All over the room flames were licking, flaring over people.  And as they did, it seemed like the brother or the sister would explode.  Joy would flood their faces.   Tears would course down their cheeks.  Praise would fill their lips.  Hands were up and down.  People were laughing and weeping.  Kneeling and standing on tiptoes.  Reaching up, as it were, to God.

            And then the flames touched me, and I felt it too.  I really can’t describe it except that I felt flooded over by God.  Happy.  Giddy even.  Bursting with joy.  Full!

            The sounds were amazing too.  Moments before, the air had been filled with the sound of a windstorm.  Now the room was full of the murmurs of voices.  Some loud.  Some soft.  All intense.

            But it wasn’t Greek or Aramaic.  It seemed like different languages coming out of our lips.  Powerfully.  Joyfully.  But different.  We were pouring out into the square now.  Attracting attention.  Since Pentecost was a major Jewish feast day, there were tens of thousands of pilgrims in the city from all over the world.

            I didn’t know what I was saying, but it felt good to lend my voice to God and just speak out to express the fullness of my joy.  As I was speaking in my own little world, people began to gather round to listen.  A couple of families came by.  Then some of them ran off to get others and soon there were hundreds of people gathered in groups around me and the others.  Finally, I seemed to run out of words and just stood there with joy on my face.

            Someone called to me in a language I didn’t know.

            ‘What?’ I answered in Greek.  Everybody knew some Greek.

            ‘Don’t stop!’ he said.

            ‘Don’t stop what?’ I answered.

            ‘Don’t stop saying the beautiful things you are saying about God’s greatness.  I’ve never heard anything like it in Cappadocian.’

            ‘Cappadocian?’  I said.

            ‘Yes.  Aren’t you from Cappadocia like the rest of us here?’  He pointed to those who had gathered around.  I shook my head. 

            ‘It’s like you’re saying the Psalms, but in our own language.  So beautiful in our mother tongue!  How do you know our language?’

            I was about to answer but someone across the square was shouting that we must be drunk.  Peter was trying to deal with it.  He climbed upon the steps of one of the houses and gestured for people to be quiet.

            Peter raised his hand.  ‘We’re not drunk, brothers and sisters.  It’s only nine o’clock in the morning.  But what you’re witnessing is a fulfilment of Joel’s prophecy that your sons and daughters will prophecy.  God’s Holy Spirit has come upon us just like Jesus told us it would.

            Peter said a lot more that I can’t remember, but the crowd was hanging on every word.  And he didn’t go easy on them.  ‘This Jesus whom you crucified, ‘he said, ‘God has raised from the dead and exalted on high.’

            You could hear an audible gasp.  Conviction was all over the square.  Someone called out, ‘What should we do?’

            Without missing a beat, Peter answered, ‘Repent and be baptized – every one of you – for the forgiveness of your sins.  And you’ll receive the Holy Spirit.  For the promise is to you, and to your children, and to all who are afar off.  Everyone whom the Lord our God calls.’      

            ‘Where?’ someone called.  ‘Where can we be baptized?’

            ‘Bethesda’ another shouted.  ‘There’s water at the Pool of Bethesda’.  So the crowd started moving in that direction.  Across town, through the narrow streets pushed this strangely quiet crowd of thousands.  Down the grade, down the steps.  Until they came to the waters of the pool.  They stood at the edges.  Five to ten deep all around.

            Peter was there by now and called for the apostles to join him in the water.  Not enough.  Then he motioned for me and other disciples to help.  It was still.  All you could hear was weeping from some.  Deep sighs from others.

            Peter looked out at the multitude assembled around the pool and spoke quietly.   ‘This is a baptism of repentance in the name of Jesus the Nazarene, whom God raised from the dead and exalted to the highest place.  When you are baptized, I want to assure you that you are both forgiven and loved by God.  And you will receive the same gift of the Holy Spirit that you have seen upon us this day.’

            He invited people to come into the pool and they came by the scores.  We would baptize them and they would come up sputtering.  And laughing.  And singing.  All over the Pool of Bethesda that day we saw thousands – someone counted three thousand people – praising God and worshipping.  I don’t know if they were speaking in tongues or not.  All I know was that on that day, in that place, it seemed like the languages of all nations were turned toward God on High.  God who had brought salvation and the joy of his Holy Spirit upon ordinary people who sought him.  People from Jerusalem to Cappadocia and beyond.

            Pentecost.  Ah, Pentecost.  That was the day that God began to pour out his Holy Spirit and he’s never ever stopped since.  Over the years I’ve seen the Spirit come in many ways.  Sometimes like that day.  Sometimes quietly.  Sometimes in jubilation.  But it’s the presence of the Spirit, the Spirit of God, that matters.  Not our emotions or the circumstance.

            Pentecost.  Yes, I was there, and I have never been the same since.

            I wonder what it would be like if the Holy Spirit were to blow through our little church here in Dunsford.  Blow through right this minute.  You might begin speaking in French.  Or Gaelic.  Or Spanish.  Even if you couldn’t do that 10 minutes ago.  I might be speaking in the native language of the Mississaugas.  The amazing thing would be that we could all understand each other.  That in itself would bring all people together.  We could really understand where everyone is coming from.

            We would all know the ways of the Anishinaabe, all of our First Nations brothers and sisters.  Where they’re coming from.  Their history and culture and beliefs.

            We would actually know what it’s like to live in the shoes of our neighbours.   We would know what it’s like to be rich or poor.  To be someone fighting cancer.  To be someone who has lost their job for no reason of their own.  To be a drug addict and how you got to that place.  To be someone who has spent their whole life in a refugee camp.  To be someone with mental illness issues.  To understand how someone would feel driven to enter a primary school with a gun.

            What a way to learn to walk in the shoes of another.  We would then see the other side of people’s lives.  We would be much better equipped to see what motivates their behaviour.  Much better equipped to help.  We would cease to be judgmental.  We would begin to be more pro-active.  We would be reminded that we are all equal in the sight of God.  All created in God’s image.

            God does blow through our lives.  God is in this room with us right now.  We may not see flames and hear the wind.  But God is working among us.  Two thousand years ago, God took a group of rag tag people, just like us, and did wonderful things with them.

            And the Good News is that God longs to do the same with us.

            It’s our job to wait and listen.  Just like the disciples.  It’s our job to set our hearts to loving God and loving our neighbour.  The Holy Spirit will be among us like it was 2,000 years ago when the church was created.  Maybe not as dramatically, but just as powerfully.

            The Holy Spirit has sustained the church all of these years throughout the centuries.

            And today we pray that the Holy Spirit will continue to nurture the church and its people.  Will continue to nurture this little church here in Dunsford, and you, its church family.

            On this Pentecost Sunday we pray for the outpouring of the Holy Spirit.  We pray to be shaken loose from our comfort zone.  And may we be used by God to do great and new things for God’s kingdom.  Both here and around the world.

            And all of God’s Spirit filled children say …. Amen. 

† HYMN: VU #195 “On Pentecost They Gathered” (Words: Jane Parker Huber)

On Pentecost they gathered quite early in the day,

a band of Christ’s disciples, to worship, sing, and pray.

A mighty wind came blowing, filled all the swirling air,

and tongues of fire aglowing inspired each person there.

The people all around them were startled and amazed

to understand their language, as Jesus Christ they praised.

What universal message, what great good news was here?

That Christ, once dead, is risen to vanquish all our fear.

God pours the Holy Spirit on all who would believe,

on women, men, and children who would God’s grace receive.

That Spirit knows no limit, bestowing life and power.

The church, formed and reforming, responds in every hour.

O Spirit, sent from heaven on that day long ago,

rekindle faith among us in all life’s ebb and flow.

O give us ears to listen and tongues aflame with praise,

so folk of every nation glad songs of joy shall raise.

JOYS AND CONCERNS

PRAYERS OF THE PEOPLE

THE LORD’S PRAYER

Our Father who art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name; thy kingdom come;
thy will be done; on earth as it is in heaven.  Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation; but deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom,
the power and the glory, for ever and ever.  Amen

† CLOSING HYMN:  VU #376 “Spirit of the Living God” (Words: v. 1, Daniel Iverson; v. 2, Michael Baughen)

Spirit of the living God, fall afresh on me.  Spirit of the living God, fall afresh on me.

Melt me, mould me, fill me, use me. Spirit of the living God, fall afresh on me.

Spirit of the living God, move among us all; make us one in heart and mind, make us one in love: humble, caring, selfless, sharing.  Spirit of the living God, fill our lives with love!

SMILE

COMMISSIONING AND BLESSING

            I ask you to remember this truth: Talking about our problems is our greatest addiction.  Break the habit.  Talk about your joys.  So, leave here this morning thinking about your joys.  May the peace of Christ go with you, and may you share it with all that you meet.  Amen.

ANNOUNCEMENTS

Update from the Worship Team: Hymn books and CDs will replace the slideshow for worship services during July, August and Sept. 4th.  We are looking for volunteers to operate the CD player and the soundboard.  Please sign up on the media sheet.

Sunday Worship Schedule

DateWorship LeaderSlideshowSoundboardReaderMinistry of Music
June 5Darlene HallettCarolDiane SylviaSylvia
June 12Anne HepburnHelenMary MDawn 
June 19  *Anne Hepburn  CommunionNot needed (picnic)Not needed (picnic)Lois 
June 26Darlene HallettCarolMary MGloria  

* June 19: Father’s Day; Communion; Potluck; Outdoor Service

Please bring your own chair, cutlery, plates, mug/cup, and some food for sharing.  Coffee/tea and Communion elements will be provided.

Sign-up sheets are on the table behind the last pew. 

Please continue to pray for: Emma; Tracie; Kristen; Mary Lou; Marg; Marilyn and Claude, Henry, Beryl and Murray.

Cheer Ministry: Please call Mary M when a church member/family needs to be remembered with a card: thinking of you; get well; or special birthday/anniversary wishes.

A Stewardship Second: Spirit, help our gifts to shine and help us to trust that what we have and what we offer is enough.

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Dunsford Community Food Bank: Contact Fay Carslake 705-341-3699 or faycarslake@hotmail.com

† CHORAL RESPONSE: “Go Now in Peace” (Words: Don Besig and Nancy Price)

Go now in peace, never be afraid.  God will go with you each hour of every day.

Go now in faith, steadfast, strong and true. Know He will guide you in all you do.

Go now in love and show you believe. Reach out to others so all the world can see

God will be there watching from above. Go now in peace, in faith, and in love.

Amen, Amen, Amen

DUNSFORD UNITED CHURCH

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