The following items are all written by Marjorie Dobson or Andrew Pratt. More of Marjorie Dobson's writing can be found at Stainer & Bell Ltd - Marjorie Dobson More of Andrew Pratt's writing can be found at Stainer & Bell Ltd - Andrew Pratt Hymn: It was a new beginning on the day the Spirit came It was a new beginning on the day the Spirit came. The house was filled with roaring wind and heads were touched by flame. Their lips were blessed with languages that all could understand and Peter led the charge into this new uncharted land. It was a revelation when the doors were opened wide and all could see what happened to the ones who were inside. “These men are plainly very drunk, at only nine-o-clock. It’s surely very clear they’ve had a monumental shock.” It was a new translation when the Spirit led their speech and Peter stood in front of them and then began to preach. The people were amazed because they understood each word and, what is more, they acted on the message that they heard. It was a new beginning, but the story carries on, as people still find inspiration, though the years have gone. For Pentecost is permanent, the Spirit still holds sway and helps us to translate God’s word and challenge for today. Marjorie Dobson © Words © 2019 Stainer & Bell Ltd, London, England, http://www.stainer.co.uk. Please include any reproduction for local church use on your CCL Licence returns. All wider and any commercial use requires prior application to Stainer & Bell Ltd. Metre: 14 14 14 14 Tune: THE LINCOLNSHIRE POACHER Poem: Common language Confusion – as the Babel-babble of languages ripped apart a proud people and scattered them in misunderstanding. Resolution – as a Spirit-filled language swept swiftly through a listening crowd and united them in understanding and community. Same God. Same Spirit. But now in longed-for reconciliation, as the word of death defeated by the love of God was spoken with Pentecostal power. ©Marjorie Dobson Hymn/Poem: Simultaneous translation Simultaneous translation, Parthians, Medes, and Elamites, all the world, it seemed, was listening, here the Spirit cheers, unites. Awe and wonder stunned the people, something new had come to birth, now the Holy Spirit, flaming, spread God's grace across the earth. Faith's foundations shudder, quaking, preconceptions shift and shake, people share anticipation, joy has come and love will wake! Andrew E Pratt (born 1948) © Words © 2012 Stainer & Bell Ltd, London, England, http://www.stainer.co.uk. Please include any reproduction for local church use on your CCL Licence returns. All wider and any commercial use requires prior application to Stainer & Bell Ltd. Metre: 8 7 8 7 Tune: DRAKES BROUGHTON; SHIPSTON Inspiration: I hate balloons! I hate balloons! Ever since that day one horrid child burst one behind me at a party, when I was only four, or thereabouts - I’ve hated balloons. And yet …… a street-seller captivates children – and me – by making shapes and animals, as he breathes life into long, thin balloons and curves and twists them in his hands. Then, suddenly, a dog! And a delighted child sees, not breath encased, only a new friend to carry home with glee. Empty, balloons are nothing. Air-filled, they live. Come Holy Spirit, pour new life into me, that I may fill and change and live and grow, transformed by the very breath of God. Marjorie Dobson © Words © 2004 Stainer & Bell Ltd, London, England, http://www.stainer.co.uk. Please include any reproduction for local church use on your CCL Licence returns. All wider and any commercial use requires prior application to Stainer & Bell Ltd. Song: Lithe spirit you're bounding and leaping Lithe spirit you're bounding and leaping, stars shimmer and flash from your heels, until the whole world burns with pardon and praise, until the lost know how love feels. O harlequin dazzle by dancing, let joy spring like sparks from a flame, until every person consumed by your love comes blithely to join in your game. Come juggler, spinning and turning our chances and dreams like a top, until all our values are turned upside down whirl on through the world, never stop. Andrew E Pratt (born 1948) © Words © 2002 Stainer & Bell Ltd, London, England, http://www.stainer.co.uk. Please include any reproduction for local church use on your CCL Licence returns. All wider and any commercial use requires prior application to Stainer & Bell Ltd. Metre: 9 8 11 8 Tune: LITHE SPIRIT – from Reclaiming Praise & Whatever Name or Creed (https://stainer.co.uk/composer/andrew-pratt/ ) This can be heard with different words at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eTFG7EXQQNM Drama: Pentecost People – Acts 2: 1-21 (Could be used as a substitute for a sermon, or in an interactive service, or in a discussion group. The characters could lead into topics for discussion or conversation.) Reader - Acts 2: 1-21 Narrator: Can you imagine what it must have been like on that day? It must have been sunny – and very hot. What would you have been doing if you were in that crowd? They were mostly Jews from all over the world and this was a religious festival for them. Maybe imagining how you would have felt then is not easy. For that reason, each of the following characters has brought the story into their own time – our time, maybe? Maybe this was your regular visit to Jerusalem and you wouldn’t want to miss it? Regular attender: Do you know I’ve never missed a Sunday at church for the last forty years – apart from holidays and illness, of course. It’s just a part of my way of life. Every Sunday, get up, get dressed in my best, and off I go. I meet my friends, we have a gossip and coffee after the service and it’s all very pleasant and starts the week off on the right note. The service is OK, so long as the hymns are right and you don’t have to listen to the sermon if you don’t want to. I’ve heard it all before anyway. But these extra visitors are not like us regulars. Narrator: Maybe you’re local. You live here and have to put up with the visitors. Local worshipper: I’m not really comfortable when we get too many visitors crowding our church out - like at Christmas, or Harvest Festival – but I reckon they’re not really serious about the service, so I don’t pay them much attention as long as I can be first in the queue for coffee. I’m not sure why these people come, even if it is a special occasion. We’re not a very adventurous kind of church. We know our own ways and like them and nothing exciting is ever likely to happen round here, so we just carry on as usual and they can make of it what they will. Narrator: Maybe you’ve travelled a long way – you’re a Jew, but this isn’t even your country. Stranger from another place: I’m not from round here. My country is very different to this. So I came here to look for safety and security, but it’s not always easy being here. I hoped the church would offer me some kind of refuge, that’s why I came at this special time. I believe in God, so I should be as much a part of this company as anyone else. I struggle with the language sometimes and some people don’t seem very comfortable because I’m here, but I hope that God will speak to me wherever I am, even if the language is different. Narrator: Maybe you think all this is a rip-off. People making money. Cynic: I reckon there’s something fishy going on here. You come to church only because you’ve had your arm twisted up your back by the girl friend to be here for this celebration thing and then it’s just like any other big crowd anywhere. There’s always somebody making a noise, or acting funny, or talking about strange things happening at the front that you can’t see or understand. There are rumours that something’s going to happen and then nothing seems to – not that I can see anyway! I wonder who’s making money out of this and is all this talking and singing just a way of getting you in the mood to hand over even more money Narrator: Maybe you feel others should recognize that it is a privilege for them to be here with you? VIP: It’s really difficult for me when there are all these strangers milling about. Some of them even try to talk to me. But do they know who I am? I have been a pillar of this church and taken on every office I possibly could and given loyal service to this building over many years now. My name has even gone down in its local history and when I speak in a meeting, most people take note of what I’m saying. But it’s so difficult to command respect in a crowd that doesn’t know you. They only come on these special occasions, so I think I should just keep my distance and maybe some of them may recognize that I’m a person of some importance and a force to be reckoned with. Narrator: Maybe you are panicking because you feel out of control? The anxious one: I don’t like crowds. I have never liked crowds. I get panicky and afraid because you never know what might happen. That’s why I keep myself to myself – even in church. I don’t want anyone to know how I feel, so I hide it. And who would be interested in my worries and anxieties anyway? I do try to pray about them sometimes, but I’m not even sure that God would want to listen to someone as insignificant as me. So I just keep quiet and hope that I can get away by myself as soon as possible. But it’s so difficult in this crowd. And I’m so easily frightened. Narrator: The city is hot and noisy and dusty and sweaty and you’re lost and simply moving with the crowd. The lost one: I have no idea of how I got here, or why I should be here. I never do have much idea of who I am or where I’m going. I just keep looking for something new, or interesting and seeing where it leads me. Most times, that means nowhere. I don’t suppose this day is going to be any different. I’m sure there must be lots of people who have definite ideas of where they’re going in life and I sometimes envy them. But, for the moment I’ll just drift along following the next craze and not really caring very much about anything. These people seem to be finding something interesting. I suppose I might as well go along with them. For now. Narrator: Then they come to a standstill outside one particular house. You hear the rumours about the strange people in it. You wait because you’re curious – or simply because you can’t move anywhere else. Then, suddenly – Cynic: What did I tell you, Drunk as lords, they are! The anxious one: Somebody said there was fire somewhere. I’ve got to get out of this! VIP: Oh dear, what a dreadful noise. This isn’t the sort of behaviour you expect from church people. And they tell me he is a common fisherman! Local worshipper: They can’t do that kind of thing round here. It’ll give the neighbourhood a bad name! Regular attender: That man seems to be preaching a very long sermon. I do hope that kind of behaviour won’t catch on! Stranger from another place: Why are they talking like that? Hey, I can understand that! What does this mean? The lost one: What that man’s saying really makes me think. Maybe I ought to start taking things seriously. He’s down to earth, but he’s certainly a powerful speaker. This could be the start of a whole new life! Narrator: All those strange events and Peter filled with a new Spirit of power – surely that was bound to have a tremendous impact on the people there. It certainly did! For one thing, three thousand people were added to the church on that day, as they responded to the message that Peter was giving. Why? Because it was powerful and they could understand it, as it was being explained in their own language. Is there some lesson in this for us – HERE and NOW? ©Marjorie Dobson Hymn: Wind of the Spirit, move us on Wind of the Spirit, move us on, drive us before your force. We need that power to strengthen us of which you are the source. Blow off the cobwebs of the past and set us on your course: O come Holy Spirit, move us on, move us on. O come Holy Spirit, move us on. Fire of the Spirit, burn in us, surround us with your light. Destroy our sense of apathy, give us the will to fight. That with our hearts on fire for Christ we set the world alight: Chorus Voice of the Spirit speak to us, give us your words to say. Inspire the language of your love, help us to preach and pray. That all may hear of saving grace translated for their day: Chorus Christ, let your Spirit sweep through us, your serving church renew. Give us new hope and confidence in all the work we do. That those who seek for faith today may find their way to you: Chorus Marjorie Dobson © Words © 2004 Stainer & Bell Ltd, London, England, http://www.stainer.co.uk. Please include any reproduction for local church use on your CCL Licence returns. All wider and any commercial use requires prior application to Stainer & Bell Ltd. Metre : 188.8.131.52.8.6. & Refrain Tune: GOD REST YOU MERRY. Monologue: Three thousand – plus one! He certainly got through to me, that Peter bloke. I’ve never heard anyone be so forceful and so sincere in what he was saying. It was amazing. I don’t know where he got the courage from. After all, he’d been hiding away with the others for weeks and I don’t blame them. They knew the authorities were out to get them if they showed their faces and tried to stir up trouble. The Romans and the religious leaders thought they’d settled their problems by killing Jesus, but they certainly knew that they had to keep his followers under control, or everything would flare up again. So when things seemed to be happening in the hideout, it wasn’t long before a crowd gathered and I was determined to get as good a view as I could. Everybody thought they were drunk when they spilled out of the door. The general opinion was that they’d been drowning their sorrows while they’d been locked away, but now the drink had given them enough courage to get outside again. Then Peter started and we couldn’t believe what he was saying, or his confidence in saying it. By the time he’d finished, he’d totally convinced us that it was our fault that we hadn’t recognized Jesus as the Messiah and so we were the ones who’d crucified him. We’d rejected the very person we’d been expecting for hundreds of years and God wasn’t best pleased with us. All around me people were crying out and asking what they could do to make things right again. As if we could? How could anything change the situation? He was dead and gone and according to Peter, he’d already been taken back to heaven. What difference could we make to that? But he had an answer for that too. If we were really sorry for our mistake and were prepared to be baptised into the name of Christ, as a sign of our repentance, then God would honour that act and be a part of our lives for ever. It reminded me of those days at the Jordan river, many years ago, when that odd, hairy prophet, John was pushing people under the water as a sign of repentance. I didn’t fall for that one then and I wasn’t going to be caught out by this Peter either. All over the place people were falling on their knees amd begging God for forgiveness. I found it really difficult to get out of the crowd; pushing my way through distraught and supposedly repentant people. But I had to get away. I was in danger of being dragged into all this emotion and I didn’t like the idea. So I escaped down a side street and ran home. A little later one of my sons came back and told me that apparently three thousand people had been baptised into this new group. It was unbelievable. I didn’t sleep. I couldn’t. I spent the night pacing up and down, talking to myself and trying not to talk to God. Because I knew, deep in my heart, that Peter was right and I was wrong. And,until I admitted that, I would have to keep God at a distance. So, as day dawned, I knew I had to do something about it. That’s why I’m off now to become number three thousand and one! ©Marjorie Dobson Hymn: A commonwealth of love A commonwealth of love where all are held by grace, it seems idyllic on the page, could it infect this place? Within that upper room were people just like us, but meeting Christ in faith and love transformed their depth of trust. And when we meet with God we cannot but be changed, for God confronts our doubt and fear as lives are rearranged. This day the change begins, the vision is fulfilled, and life will never be the same where love can be distilled. So let us grasp this hope that set the world alight, that love can never be destroyed and fear is put to flight. A commonwealth of love: let's risk a seed of grace to bring this vision into life within this time and place. Andrew E Pratt (born 1948) © Words © 2012 Stainer & Bell Ltd, London, England, http://www.stainer.co.uk. Please include any reproduction for local church use on your CCL Licence returns. All wider and any commercial use requires prior application to Stainer & Bell Ltd. Metre: DSM Tune: FROM STRENGTH TO STRENGTH
Psalm 131 God, you hold me like a mother, Safely on her knee; God, you hold me like a mother, Close to you but free. God, you watch me as I wander, Keep me in your sight. God, you watch me as I wander, Hold me day and night. God, you hold me like a mother, Teach me to be free. God, you hold me like a mother, Show your love to me. Andrew E Pratt (born 1948) Words © 1995 Stainer & Bell Ltd, London, England email@example.com . Please include any reproduction for local church use on your CCL Licence returns. All wider and any commercial use requires prior application to Stainer & Bell Ltd © Also The Trustees for Methodist Church Purposes 8 5 85 Trochaic Tune: GOD YOU HOLD ME Luke 2:22-40 Monologue: Old folks! Have you heard the latest about that batty old Anna? You know - that old woman who thinks she’s a prophetess. Wanders round the Temple all day, praying all over the place. Eighty-four if she’s a day! Don’t know how she’s managed to live to that age – not with all her problems. Did you realise that she’s been a widow for years and years and years? It’s true. She married this man who only managed to survive for seven years and then he died and left her on her own. Mind you, if she’s always been as strange as she is now, maybe that had something to do with it. Anyway, I was telling you the latest. Apparently this nice young couple had brought their baby to the Temple to be dedicated. First-born boy, you see. Everybody has to do it. And they’d already had an encounter with that other strange character – Simeon, they call him. He’s one of those weird people who still believe the Messiah will come. Only he’s a bit more peculiar than the others because he believes it will happen before he dies. And it appears that he thought that day had finally arrived. I ask you! Well, anyway, this young couple and their baby had just recovered from him praying and praising God all over their baby, when they turned round and there was Anna lying in wait for them. They certainly had their fill of odd experiences this morning. She didn’t exactly leap out at them. Well, you wouldn’t at her age, would you? But she certainly made sure they wouldn’t get past her until she’d said her piece. At first I think they just thought she was one of those old dears who drool all over babies and say stupid things about how much they look like their fathers, or mothers. But she took one look and then started off on one of her praising God sessions and telling anybody who would listen that this child was a special one promised by God. I ask you, those poor parents must have been lost for words. One old man tells them they’ve given birth to the Messiah, so he can now die happy and an even older woman starts telling the same story to anyone who couldn’t avoid her fast enough. What a day they must have had. I’ll bet they’ll never forget it. It must be the strangest experience they’ll ever have in their lives. But what do old people know about anything? They’re just out of date and past it. They live in a world of their own, while the rest of us get on with our business. It’s such a stupid idea. Fancy thinking that a child can make any difference! Whoever heard of such a thing? © Marjorie Dobson Hymn: Vulnerable presence of God in creation Vulnerable presence of God in creation, fragile, yes broken, in order to be; cracking the egg of existence in birthing, mothering God who is setting us free. Vulnerable God source of nature, will nurture, sharing our pain in the process of birth; bloodied, yet beautiful, changed, yet unchanging, passionate partner of love on this earth. Vulnerable God found in human relations, held as a baby, yes, suckled and fed; yet an enigma, creating and feeding, God is our parent, while being our bread. Andrew E Pratt (born 1948) Words © 2012 Stainer & Bell Ltd, London, England firstname.lastname@example.org . Please include any reproduction for local church use on your CCL Licence returns. All wider and any commercial use requires prior application to Stainer & Bell Ltd Words and tune in Big Blue Planet & CD Metre: 184.108.40.206 Tune: STEWARDSHIP
You may well know Marjorie Dobson as a hymn writer and contributor of material to https://theworshipcloud.com/ . Stainer & Bell say this about her:
Born and raised in the mining district of County Durham, Marjorie Dobson became a Methodist Local Preacher at the age of twenty, with a particular call to seek out new paths of meaningful worship. Her writings have been fed by her experience of leading worship in a wide variety of churches in Durham, Bristol, Bradford and Scarborough, and reflect her concern for those who feel disconnected from faith by their image of the church as being outdated and irrelevant. Her hymns have been included in several collections, including Singing the Faith, and hymns, prayers, poems and other writings have been published on The Worship Cloud website, in Worship Live and in many anthologies.
You might have a copy of her book of worship resources: Multicoloured Maze (https://stainer.co.uk/shop/b882/). She has just published a completely new resource: Unravelling the Mysteries. You can get this from Stainer & Bell at: https://stainer.co.uk/shop/b959/.