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This is a Sabbath and also requires an offering "made by fire", which means free from all carnal purpose.  It memorializes another Universal Contact between Jehovah God and not Jews but all mankind: the Outpour of the Holy Spirit for every race and kindred, as in Acts 2:4, but more particularly in abundance at beginning and ending of the present Age, known as the Former and the Latter Rain.
  Pentecost memorializes when God came to be no longer merely "with us" but now literally "in us"!  We do not have to have this experience in order to be saved.  The fact is, we must be saved before we can receive such,--as indicated in that Jesus called this experience "the promise of the Father", meaning we must first have God as our Father before we can receive the Holy Spirit's Baptism as in Acts 2:4; 10:44-46; or in 19:6.
In this fashion the Holy Spirit enters in in so abiding a fashion, and so unquenched that He uses the lips and tongue of the one now so indwelt and speaks freely a language or languages which in the natural the one so used never learned or acquired and which going on with the Lord, will come to sound as one's own language though those about do not so understand it.
Oh, the unspeakable riches in this stage!  It is a stage that each person must enter personally, or else he is never in it at all.  It is a Divinely constituted Holy Memorial Day on which each should check-up on his or her own personal relation to God in this manner of contact in His Last-Day Ministry in us.
Has it ever begun in us personally?  If so, how far have we really come therein?

The Springtime Cluster of Memorial Days end with Pentecost off to itself.  Then in the fall of the year, comes the Autumntime Cluster.
The Springtime Cluster of Great Memorial Days center about the literal time at which literal Translation will occur,--in its transport of the hundredfold.
As I first wrote the pages of this address (oh, blessed disclosures!) I sat in a large room, which room was almost bare.  I was beside a large glass window, without any kind of curtain or shade, just as church windows have not shades or curtains.  Outside "March" winds were blowing.  My big, bare, glass window was filled by a peach tree, with only tiny or tips of leaves but with many peach blossoms,--which made as beautiful art-window as ever graced a church with stained-glass art design.  And, oh, what a worship time of blessed unspeakable communion it has been, as we have been lifted in floods of joy!