Welcome to Derry Presbyterian Church We proclaim God's Word, share God's love, and practice God's justice. 248 East Derry Road, Hershey, Pennsylvania 17033 717-533-9667 • [email protected] derrypres.org Worship Information Please silence cell phones as you prepare for worship. Bold print indicates congregational reading or response. An asterisk * indicates when to stand if able. Offerings may be placed in the wooden boxes at each of the entrances. New here? Connect with us by texting Hello to 717-820-9060 Welcome to Engage Worship. This service encourages creativity and participation, and you're invited to participate along with us. Tonight we feature the music of Billy Joel. PRELUDE The Ballad of Billy the Kid Grant Wareham, Piano WELCOME Rev. Stephen McKinney-Whitaker INTROIT The Downeaster (Alexa) Andrew Vinton, Soloist Well I'm on the Downeaster Alexa They say these waters aren't what they used to be And I'm cruisin' through Block Island Sound But I've got people back on land who count on me I have charted a course to the vineyard So if you see my Downeaster Alexa But tonight I am Nantucket bound And if you work with the rod and the reel Tell my wife I am trolling Atlantis We took on diesel back in Mantauk yesterday And I still have my hands on the wheel And left this morning from the bell in Gardiner's Bay Now I drive my Downeaster Alexa Like all the locals here I've had to sell my home More and more miles from shore every year Too proud to leave I work my fingers to the bone Since they told me I can't sell no stripers And there's no luck in swordfishing here So I could own my Downeaster Alexa And I go where the ocean is deep I was a Bayman like my father was before There are giants out there in the canyons Can't make a living as a Bayman anymore And a good captain can't fall asleep There ain't much future for a man who works the sea I got bills to pay and children who need clothes But there ain't no island left for Islanders like me I know there's fish out there but where, God only knows CALL TO WORSHIP (based on Isaiah 11:1-10) We come to worship the coming King. The One who was and is and is to come! Robed in Justice, carrying equity in his heart, Righteousness is a belt around his waist, faithfulness in the clasps of his sandals. We have prepared ourselves for worship. We intend to do no harm; to love our neighbors and to stay in love with God! We look forward to the Reign of the coming King! The wolves will walk with the lambs; the leopards skip with the kids; and the calves will be friends with the lion cubs. Peace will come through the root of Jesse, and we will abide with the King! *GATHERING SONG We Didn't Start the Fire Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnnie Ray Little Rock, Pasternak, Mickey Mantle, Kerouac South Pacific, Walter Winchell, Joe DiMaggio Sputnik, Chou En-Lai, "Bridge on the River Kwai" Joe McCarthy, Richard Nixon, Studebaker, Lebanon, Charles de Gaulle, California baseball television, North Korea, South Korea, Marilyn Starkweather homicide, children of thalidomide Monroe, Rosenbergs, H-bomb, Sugar Ray, Buddy Holly, Ben Hur, space monkey, mafia Panmunjom, Brando, "The King and I", and Hula hoops, Castro, Edsel is a no-go "The Catcher in the Rye" U2, Syngman Rhee, Payola and Kennedy Chubby Checker, Psycho, Belgians in the Congo Eisenhower, Vaccine, England's got a new queen REFRAIN Marciano, Liberace, Santayana, goodbye Hemingway, Eichmann, "Stranger in a Strange Land" REFRAIN Dylan, Berlin, Bay of Pigs invasion We didn't start the fire "Lawrence of Arabia", British Beatlemania It was always burning, since the world's been Ole Miss, John Glenn, Liston beats Patterson turning Pope Paul, Malcolm X, British politician sex We didn't start the fire JFK – blown away, what else do I have to say? No, we didn't light it, but we tried to fight it REFRAIN Joseph Stalin, Malenkov, Nasser and Prokofiev Birth control, Ho Chi Minh, Richard Nixon back again Rockefeller, Campanella, Communist Bloc Moonshot, Woodstock, Watergate, punk rock Roy Cohn, Juan Peron, Toscanini, Dacron Begin, Reagan, Palestine, terror on the airline Dien Bien Phu falls, "Rock Around the Clock" Ayatollah's in Iran, Russians in Afghanistan Einstein, James Dean, Brooklyn's got a winning "Wheel of Fortune", Sally Ride, heavy metal suicide team, Davy Crockett, Peter Pan, Elvis Presley, Dis- Foreign debts, homeless vets, AIDS, crack, neyland, Bardot, Budapest, Alabama, Krushchev Bernie Goetz, Hypodermics on the shore, Princess Grace, Peyton Place, Trouble in the Suez China's under martial law, Rock and roller, cola wars, REFRAIN I can't take it anymore PRAYER OF CONFESSION God of Grace and mercy, we confess that although we weren’t the first to sin and we didn’t start the fire, we fan the flames with our words, actions, and inactions. We start our own sinful blazes. We confess that we try to do good in the world and fight the fire, but at times we just watch it burn, especially if the flames don’t seem too close to our own homes and lives. Merciful God, hear our confessions and forgive our sins. Give us the grace, courage, and love to quench the flames of violence, hatred, injustice, and selfishness so that we help usher in your peaceable kingdom where all are safe, welcomed, loved, and feel at home in you. ASSURANCE OF FORGIVENESS Friends, remember your baptism and believe the good news of the Gospel In Jesus Christ, we are forgiven. ANTHEM River of Dreams Julie Milller, Soloist In the middle of the night I hope it doesn't take the rest of my life I go walking in my sleep Until I find what it is that I've been looking for From the mountains of faith In the middle of the night To the river so deep I go walking in my sleep I must be looking for something Through the jungle of doubt Something sacred I lost To a river so deep But the river is wide I know I'm searching for something And it's too hard to cross Something so undefined That it can only be seen Even though I know the river is wide By the eyes of the blind I walk down every evening and I stand on the shore In the middle of the night I try to cross to the opposite side I'm not sure about a life after this So I can finally find out what I've been looking for God knows I've never been a spiritual man Baptized by the fire, I wade into the river In the middle of the night That runs to the promised land I go walking in my sleep Through the valley of fear In the middle of the night To a river so deep I go walking in my sleep I've been searching for something Through the desert of truth Taken out of my soul To the river so deep Something I'd never lose We all end in the ocean Something somebody stole We all start in the streams We're all carried along I don't know why I go walking at night By the river of dreams But now I'm tired and I don't want to In the middle of the night walk anymore SCRIPTURE READINGS Ecclesiastes 4:9-12, Micah 4:1-4 and Acts 2:42-47 ANTHEM Leningrad Craig Barth, Soloist Viktor was born in the spring of ’44 Viktor was sent to some Red Army town And never saw his father anymore Served out his time, became a circus clown A child of sacrifice, a child of war The greatest happiness he’d ever found Another son who never had a father after Was making Russian children glad Leningrad And children lived in Leningrad Went off to school and learned to serve the state But children lived in Levittown Followed the rules and drank his vodka straight And hid in the shelters underground The only way to live was drown the hate Until the Soviets turned their ships around A Russian life was very sad And tore the Cuban missiles down And such was life in Leningrad And in that bright October sun We knew our childhood days were done I was born in ’49 A cold war kid in McCarthy time And I watched my friends go off to war Stop ’em all at the 38th Parallel What do they keep on fighting for? Blast those cowards straight to hell And so my child and I came to this place And cold war kids were hard to kill To meet him eye to eye and face to face Under their desks in an air raid drill He made my daughter laugh, then we embraced Haven’t they heard we won the war We never knew what friends we had What do they keep on fighting for? Until we came to Leningrad MEDITATION "For the Longest Time" Pastor Stephen SONG OF RESPONSE Allentown Well we’re living here in Allentown But they never really helped us at all And they’re closing all the factories down No they never taught us what was real Out in Bethlehem they’re killing time Iron and coke, and chromium steel Filling out forms And we’re waiting here in Allentown Standing in line Well our fathers fought the Second World War But they’ve taken all the coal from the ground Spent their weekends on the Jersey Shore And the union people crawled away Met our mothers in the USO Asked them to dance Every child had a pretty good shot Danced with them slow To get at least as far as their old man got And we’re living here in Allentown But something happened on the way to that place They threw an American flag in our face But the restlessness was handed down And it’s getting very hard to stay Well I’m living here in Allentown And it’s hard to keep a good man down Well we’re waiting here in Allentown But I won’t be getting up today For the Pennsylvania we never found For the promises our teachers gave And it’s getting very hard to stay If we worked hard, If we behaved And we’re living here in Allentown So the graduations hang on the wall PRAYERS OF THE PEOPLE AND THE LORD'S PRAYER (Unison) Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.