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Opening Sentences:

All: "Come, Holy Spirit." (English)
Right: "Viens, Esprit Saint!" (French)
Left: "Haere mai, Wairua Tapu! (Maori)
Choir: "Tule, Pyha Henki!" (Finish)
Right: "Gel, Kutsal Ruh'un!" (Turkish)
Left: "Erchou, Pneumatos Hagiou!" (Greek)
Choir: "Komm, Heiliger Geist!" (German)
Right: "Ven, Espiritu Santo!" (Spanish)
Left: "Vieni, Spirito Santo!" (Italian)
Choir: "Jovel, Szent Lelek!" (Hungarian)
Left: "Ne, Ggina Daayah!" (Gola dialect, Liberia)
Right: "Yaka, Bo Ka Ko Wa Swa!" (Lonkundo dialect, Congo/Zaire)
Choir: "Kom, Heilige Geest!" (Dutch)
All: "Come, Holy Spirit."

(Come Holy Spirit - in 13 languages, an idea by Benjamin C. Manning)

or

The wind blows, the flame flickers. But where is the Spirit of God? On the first Pentecost, at the coming of the Spirit, the day the church was born, the day the world was changed, the spirit was seen in wind and flame.
But where is the spirit today? COME, HOLY SPIRIT, COME!

The word was preached with boldness, and the entire world thought the disciples were drunk. The people who heard believed and the spirit lifted a great and mighty church from among the fearful followers of Christ.
But where is the spirit today? COME, HOLY SPIRIT, COME!

The Spirit is here! The Spirit is in our songs, in our prayers, in our service. It is in the Sunday school teacher, in the office volunteer, in the van driver and the kitchen cleaner. It is in the scouts and the youth group, in the mission team, in the fellowship, in the play. It is in the worship, in the wedding, in the memorial.
But where is the spirit today? COME, HOLY SPIRIT, COME!
THE SPIRIT IS MOVING. THE SPIRIT COMES AND FILLS US ANEW.
O God, open each heart to the power and the presence of your Holy Spirit in our midst., Build this church by your Spirit's power, and give us a faith that burns with the fire of Pentecost.

(by Peter K Perry)

Confession

Leader: It was late that Sunday evening, and the disciples were gathered together behind locked doors, because they were afraid of the Jews.

PEOPLE: We, too, have come together, and we are a fearful people.
We are afraid of the changes in our world ...
afraid of making decisions ... afraid of standing alone ...
afraid of being different ... afraid of criticism.

Leader: Then Jesus came and stood among them."Peace be with you", He said.
The disciples were filled with joy at seeing the Lord.
Then Jesus said to them again, "Peace be with you.
As the Father sent me, so I send you."
Then He breathed on them and said,
"Receive the Holy Spirit."

PEOPLE: We come to be revived by Your Spirit.
Come, O Holy Spirit, come.
Renew our lives. Renew the whole creation. Amen.

(adapted from "Ideas for Worship", Uniting Education.)

Commission & Benediction

Go out into the world, as members of one body,
gifted and empowered for the common good.
Dream dreams, pursue visions and speak of God's goodness
in the words of those who would hear.
And may the God who breathed life into creation be your delight.
May Christ Jesus give hope to your dreaming,
and may the Holy Spirit, who unites you as one body,
set your hearts ablaze with a passion for peace.

Amen.

(by Nathan Nettleton, Pastor,
South Yarra Community Baptist Church, Melbourne, Australia)

A Litany of Invocation

Leader: Come to us, God of Life.
People: "God of life, come to us."

O Lord, You are the God of peace. Come with Your healing and Your reconciling
power. Come, that fear may be cast out by love; that weapons may be replaced by
trust; that violence may give way to gentleness.

Leader: Come to us, God of peace ...
People: "God of peace, come to us."

O Lord, You are the God of justice. Come with Your righteous judgments and
Your mercy. Come, that we may hear the cries of the oppressed in every land;
that we may see the suffering of the poor in our own land; that we may return
to the way of righteousness and compassion.

Leader: Come to us, God of justice ...
People: "God of justice, come to us."

O Lord, You are the God of love. Come with Your extravagant kindness and Your
goodness. Come, that we may see You in the people of every race and culture;
that we may embrace You in the lonely, the bereaved and the rejected; that we
may be an accepting and caring church.

Leader: Come to us, God of love ...
People: "God of love, come to us."

O Lord, You are the God of unity and community. Come with Your forgiveness and
Your healing grace. Come, that we may witness to reconciliation for a divided
world; that we may gather around Christ's table as one people; that we may
affirm one church, one faith, one Lord.

Leader: Come to us, God of unity ...
People: "God of unity, come to us."

O Lord, You are the God of hope. Come to us with Your promises, come in Your
mysterious presence. Come, that we may marvel at Your faithfulness in past
generations; that we may celebrate the new things You are doing among us today;
that we may be Your pilgrim people on our journey to Your kingdom.

Leader: Come to us, God of hope ...
People: "God of hope, come to us."

(adapted  by John Maynard from Uniting in Worship, People's, p. 168)

Another Litany of Invocation

Leader: Holy Spirit, Creator:
In the beginning You moved over the waters.
From Your breath all creation drew life.
Without You, life turns to dust.

People: Come, Holy Spirit, Come!

Leader: Holy Spirit, Counsellor:
By Your inspiration the prophets spoke and acted in faith.
You clothed them in power to be bearers of Your Word.

People: Come, Holy Spirit, Come!

Leader: Holy Spirit, Power:
You came as fire to Jesus' disciples.
You gave them voice before the rulers of the world.

People: Come, Holy Spirit, Come!

Leader: Holy Spirit, Sanctifier:
You created us children of God.
You make us the living temple of Your presence.
You intercede within us with sights too deep for words.

People: Come, Holy Spirit, Come!

Leader: Holy Spirit, Giver of Life:
You animate, guide and make holy the Church You create.
You give gifts
The spirit of wisdom and understanding,
the spirit of counsel and fortitude,
the spirit of knowledge and piety,
the spirit of the fear of the Lord
that the whole creation may become what You want it to be.

People: Come, Holy Spirit, Come!

Wash away our sin; rain upon our dry and dusty lives;
Heal our wounded spirits; bend our rigidity;
Inflame our apathy; direct our wandering feet.

( . silent prayer . )

Leader Come, Holy Spirit, Come!
Fill the hearts of Your faithful;
Kindle within us the fire of Your love.

People: Come, Holy Spirit, Come!

(from An Order of Worship, Pentecost 1980, of the General Assembly
of the United Presbyterian Church in the USA.)

Illustrations:

D.L. Moody once called on a leading citizen in Chicago to persuade him to accept
Christ. They were seated in the man's parlor. It was winter and coal was burning in
the fireplace. The man objected that he could be just as good a Christian outside the
church as in it. Moody said nothing, but stepped to the fireplace, took the tongs,
picked a blazing coal from the fire and set it off by itself. In silence the two
watched it smolder and go out. "I see," said the man.

However, there are refusing exceptions to the rule. Tony Campolo, professor of
sociology at Eastern College, tells the story of his visit to Honolulu for a
Christian Conference. On his first night there, he awoke sometime after three (a six
hour time difference had confused his sleep pattern) and left the hotel in search of
a place to get something to eat. Eventually he found a tiny coffee shop. He walked in
and sat down. here is his description of the events:

The fat guy behind the counter came over and asked me, "What do you want?" I told him
I wanted a cup of coffee and a donut. As I sat there munching on my donut and sipping
my coffee at 3:30 in the morning, the door suddenly opened, swung wide and to my
discomfort in marched 8 or 9 provocative and rather boisterous prostitutes. It was a
small place and they sat on either side of me. Their talk was garrulous, loud and
crude. I felt completely out of place. I was just about to make my getaway when I
heard the woman sitting next to me say, "You know, tomorrow is my birthday. I'm going
to be 39." Her friend responded in a rather nasty tone, "So what do you want from me?
A birthday party? What do you want? Do you want me to get a cake, and sing happy
birthday to you?" "Come on," the women sitting next to me said, "why do you have to
be so mean? I'm just telling you that's all. Why do you have to put me down? I was
just telling you that it is my birthday. I don't want anything from you. I mean, why
should I have a birthday party? I've never had a birthday party in my whole life. Why
should I have one now?"

Tony Campolo goes on; "When I heard that," he said, "I made a decision. I sat and
waited until the woman left and then I called over to the counter to the fat guy and
asked him, "Do they come in here every night?" "Yeah," he answered. "The one right
next to me", I asked, "does she come in here every night?" "Yeah," he said, "that's
Agnes. Yeah, she comes in here every night. Why do you want to know?" "Because," I
replied, "I heard her say that tomorrow is her birthday. What do you say we do
something special for her? What do you think about throwing a birthday party for her,
right here in the diner?" A cute kind of smile crept over that fat man's chubby
cheeks. He answered with measured delight, "That's a great idea. I like it. That's
great. Agnes is one of those people who is really nice and kind. I don't think
anybody has ever done anything nice and kind for her." "Well, look" I told him, "if
it is OK with you, I'll be back here tomorrow morning at 2:30. I'll decorate the
place. I'll even get a birthday cake for her." "No way," he retorted, "the birthday
cake, that's my thing. I'll bake the birthday cake."

Two-thirty the next morning, Tony Campolo reports, I was back at that diner. I picked
up some crepe paper and other decorations at the store, and made a sign of big pieces
of cardboard that read, "Happy Birthday, Agnes!" I decorated that diner from one end
to the other. I had that diner really looking great. The word must have gotten out on
the street because by 3:15 that next morning every prostitute in Honolulu was in that
place. There was wall-to-wall prostitutes - and me. At 3:30 on the dot the door of
the diner swung open and in came Agnes and her friend. I had everybody ready; after
all, I was sort of the informal master of ceremonies of this whole affair. It was my
idea, so when they came in we all jumped up and screamed and we sang, "Happy
birthday, Agnes!" And you know, I've never seen a person so flabbergasted, so
stunned, so shaken. Her mouth fell open, her knees started to buckle, her friend had
to offer her arm to steady her, and I noticed she had started to cry.

When the birthday cake with all the candles was carried out, that's when she just
lost it. She started sobbing. Harry, the fat guy, behind the counter he gruffly
mumbled, "Blow out the candles, Agnes, blow out the candles." Then he handed her a
knife, and he ordered, "Cut the cake, Agnes, cut the cake." Agnes looked down at that
cake, and then without taking her eyes off it, she slowly and softly said, "Look,
Harry, is it all right with you if I, I mean, if I don't, what I want to ask, is it
OK if I keep the cake a little while? Is it all right if we don't eat it right away?"
Harry shrugged and answered, "Sure, Agnes, that's fine, you want to keep the cake,
keep the cake, take it home if you want." "Oh, could I?" she asked. Looking at me she
said, "I live just down the street a couple doors; I want to take the cake home, is
that OK? I'll be right back, honest." She got off her stool, she picked up that cake,
and she carried it out of that diner like it was the Holy Grail. She walked slowly
toward the door, and we all stood there just speechless. When the door closed behind
her, there was stunned silence in the place.

Not knowing what else to do, I broke the silence by saying, "What do you say we pray
together?" Looking back on it now, it seems more than a little strange that a
sociologist from eastern PA would be leading a prayer meeting with a bunch of
prostitutes in a diner in Honolulu at 3:30 in the morning. But I prayed. I prayed for
Agnes. I prayed for her salvation. I prayed that her life would be changed, and that
God would be good to her. And when I finished, Harry leaned over, and with a trace of
hostility in his voice he said, "Hey, you never told me you were a preacher. What
kind of preacher are you anyway? What church do you belong to?" In one of those
moments when just the right words came, I answered him quietly, "I belong to a church
that throws birthday parties for prostitutes at 3:30 in the morning." Harry thought a
moment, and then almost sneered as he answered, "No you don't; there is no church
like that. In fact," he concluded, "if there was, I'd join it."

Tony Campolo, The Kingdom of God is a Party.

The Italian composer Giacomo Puccini gave us many beautiful pieces of music. In 1922, at the age of 64 he was diagnosed with cancer. In spite of his illness he continued to work at the opera Turandot which many people consider to be his best.

Many people tried to convince him not to waste his limited energy on a piece he could not possibly finish but he pressed on.

Close to his death, he wrote to his students, "If I do not finish Turandot , I want you to finish it for me." He did not finish the opera. Immediately after his death his students gathered together all of the scores and his notes, studied them with great care, and then finished the opera.

The opening performance took place in 1926 and was conducted by one of Puccini's students. When he reached the place where the his teacher had stopped composing the conductor put down his baton, turned to the audience and said to them, "Thus far, the master wrote, and then he died."

No one moved and no one made a sound for several minutes. Then he picked up his baton again and smiled through his tears. He said, "but his disciples have finished his work." Tears flowed with the music and the sound of the applause went on and on.

                                                                  found on the P-RCL list  (lost the attribution, sorry)

All-age address idea

Visual aid - a glove, limp and empty - unmoving and useless.

Then put your hand in it - suddenly it is "alive!"  It can move, it can point, it can pick things up, it can wave, it can touch (etc.)

Our lives as human being are a bit like that empty glove. Our lives are limp and lifeless.  (Flap empty glove around). The Bible tells us that there isn't one thing that we can do that's good by ourselves. The Bibles tells us even more sad things about us. It says that by ourselves we're the we're blind and dead to God and the good things God wants us to do.

But today is Pentecost Sunday. At Pentecost we celebrate the birthday of the church. It's
that time Jesus sent His Spirit into His followers. It's that time that God came to the earth through he Holy Spirit and slipped into the gloves of human life (slip your hand into the glove once again and flex the fingers, and do things with that hand).  

When the Holy Spirit slips into the glove of human life, God brings life to that person, to the people of the church. Their life is no longer limp and worthless. God heals His people of blindness so they can know and see God's will. He brings life to His people so they can accomplish those things that apart from God they're powerless to accomplish.

And you know the Spirit of God can slip into any human glove, into any person who's open for His coming. Let's pray that God's Spirit comes into us in a mighty way and comes into His church.

(by Clifford Hoper)