The Holy Spirit fell

The Holy Spirit fell on all who heard the Word

When Peter taught, their hearts were moved, their spirits stirred.

Who can deny? Who can deny the Spirit's work? Who can deny?

 

Believers were amazed to see what God had done.

So, could it be the Spirit comes for everyone? 

Who can deny? Who can deny the Spirit's work? Who can deny?

 

They spoke and praised the Lord with tongues of heaven's fire; 

Is reaching out to all the world our God's desire?

Who can deny? Who can deny the Spirit's work? Who can deny?

 

Then they were all baptized, on whom the Spirit fell.

And how our Savior's holy word did spread and swell!

Who can deny? Who can deny the Spirit's work? Who can deny?

 

 

TEXT: Charles Spence Freeman, April 2024, after Acts 10:44-48.

MUSIC: Tune DARWALL'S 148th, John Darwall, 1770.

 

 

This tight conclusion (although not really; see Acts 11) of an expansive story doesn't seem to invite hymn treatment, but there is an invitation for us to reflect on how we might not always recognize (or want to recognize) the Spirit's moving among us, or others around us.  

 

When God sent Philip

When God sent Philip to a road out in the wilderness,

He went, despite the work he had in this Samaritan town.

Are we so ready to move on, without great bitterness, 

When God calls us out from a place where we have settled down?

 

When Philip saw a chariot near and heard a prophet's words,

The Spirit sent him to join in and witness to the Way.

Are we prepared to join in as the Spirit undergirds

A seeker's search for healing hope for living out the day?

 

When Philip had baptized the man with gladness and with joy,

He found himself again removed to yet another place.

Are we so ready for this work, to serve and to enjoy?

Lord, make us witnesses to you in this and every place.

 

 

TEXT: Charles Spence Freeman, April 2024, after Acts 8:26-40.

MUSIC: Tune KINGSFOLD, English Country Songs, 1893; 

            harmonization Ralph Vaughan Williams, 1906.

 

 

Philip's trail through Acts 8 is brief but meteoric; from Samaria to that wilderness road to Azotus, zip-zip-zip. Would we even be remotely ready for that kind of divine deployment? Philip just does the work he finds before him. May we, with the Spirit's help, be so steady.

When Peter and John at the Temple

When Peter and John at the Temple were held, 

The Spirit stayed with them and all fear dispelled. 

They knew even then that they were not alone,

But stood firm and fast upon God's cornerstone.

 

The Temple's own leaders did question them sore, 

"What power do you claim for this act we abhor?"

They answered "This power is in Jesus alone;

The one crucified is the true cornerstone."

 

The Temple officials warned them not to say 

That Jesus alone healed this man in this way.

But they would not answer to humans alone, 

But only to Jesus, the real cornerstone. 

 

Then Peter and John were dismissed from their sight,

Set free from to go forth into day's gladdening light. 

They knew deep inside they were never alone,

But stood firm in Jesus, the one cornerstone.

 

 

TEXT: Charles Spence Freeman, April 2024, after Acts 4.

MUSIC: Tune ST. DENIO, Welsh folk melody.

 

 

After some time struggling with the Easter 4B reading from Acts 4, the idea of following up on the previous hymn for Easter 3B, from Acts 3, bringing back the tune used for that hymn as well, finally loosened the mind to make more or less a sequel hymn. 

Comes the darkness

Comes the darkness, comes the night, 
Comes the time for human rest. 
Daily rush is put to flight, 
Though sometimes our minds protest,
And such cares are put away
‘Til the breaking of the day.

Yet for some this is untrue;
Darkness brings no time for sleep.
Labor that must yet be done, 
Midnight work hours forced to keep:
Hear our prayers this eventide,
With these workers, Lord, abide.

Night for some can bring no peace, 
Due to tortures of the mind.
Darkness will not bring release;
Only torment they will find.
Jesus, bring rest to their souls, 
‘Gainst the struggling mind’s controls.

Loneliness, another foe
Keeping weary hearts awake. 
Partners pass and children grow;
Left alone, no rest to take. 
Holy Spirit, rest and stay;
Drive such loneliness away.

For these to whom rest’s denied, 
Guide them and protect them well. 
We who now seek slumber’s tide
Let this resting night excel, 
So that we, at morning’s light,
May serve those of sleepless night.

 

 

TEXT: Charles Spence Freeman, April 2024.

MUSIC: TUNE REDHEAD 76, Richard Redhead, 1853.

 

 

In essence, a prayer for those who don't get to sleep at night. Partly inspired after the Baltimore bridge disaster, perhaps?

An eclipse memento: Look into the darkness

Look into the darkness, different frame of being,

Free from light's demand for seeing.

For these moments fleeting, sunlight is concealed now;

Science and learning have revealed how.

Even though this we know, it is still God's wonder; 

            daytime torn asunder.

 

Swift these moments passing that the darkness holds sway;

Soon returns the light of harsh day.

In these minutes fleeting let us wait with rapture,

And a spark of awe recapture.

As we go, this we know; God has made this dark space, 

            filled it with divine grace.

 

Still in this new darkness, bright corona shining,

Gives the moon a golden lining.

Brilliant circling sliver over, 'round, and under,

Gives the daytime dark its wonder; 

Like God's love from above, circling 'round us ever,

            grace's great endeavor.

 

With the moon withdrawing, see the day returning; 

Sunshine's brilliance brightly burning.

Still the moment lingers, awe's light spark still flickering,

Drowning out our strife and bickering.

Dark sublime, for a time, daylight's reign did sever; 

            our God reigns forever.

 

Darkness is no darkness to our God unwavering,

Even when our souls are quavering.

Light and dark God favors, both in turn and measure;

Dark and light are both God's pleasure.

For this time most sublime, let us praise our Maker,

            Saver, and Caretaker.

 

 

TEXT: Charles Spence Freeman, April 2024; 5th verse after Psalm 139:11-12.

MUSIC: Tune ARNSBERG, Joachim Neander, 1680.

 

 

Written in anticipation of and reflection after the total eclipse of April 2024, while staying at Ferncliff Camp and Conference Center for "Fernclipse," an event with programs around that eclipse. The inspiration for the final stanza somehow came with the music of Samuel Sebastian Wesley's anthem "Thou Wilt Keep Him in Perfect Peace" and its bridge section suddenly blaring into my head for no apparent reason.