Scripture: Acts 2:1-21 or Numbers 11:24-30 • Psalm 104:24-34, 35b • 1 Corinthians 12:3b-13 or Acts 2:1-21 • John 20:19-23 or John 7:37-39
Especially during this
time of pandemic and divisive rhetoric, Debi Thomas, in her truly remarkable “I Will Pour Out My Spirit,” gives us a lesson of wisdom and hope as she reflects
on the Scripture on this Pentecost Sunday. Click the link “I Will Pour Out My Spirit” to read her essay. Here is a snippet.
“Like the disciples in
our Gospel reading for this week, we are huddled together behind locked doors,
waiting for Jesus to come among us and say, “Peace be with you.” Waiting
for him to breathe on us. Waiting for him to speak the words we need so
desperately: “Receive
the Holy Spirit.”
Pentecost
— from the Greek pentekostos, meaning "fiftieth," was a Jewish
festival celebrating the spring harvest, and the revelation of the law at Mount
Sinai. In the New Testament Pentecost story Luke tells, the Holy Spirit
descended on 120 believers in Jerusalem on the fiftieth day after Jesus's
resurrection. The Spirit empowered them to testify to God's saving work,
emboldened the apostle Peter to preach to a bewildered crowd of Jewish
skeptics, and drew three thousand converts from around the known world in one
day. For many Christians, Pentecost marks the birthday of the Church.
The
story Luke describes is a fantastical one, full of details that challenge the
imagination. Tongues of fire. Rushing wind. Bold
preaching. Mass baptism. But at its heart, the Pentecost story is
not about spectacle and drama. It’s about the Holy Spirit showing up and
transforming ordinary, imperfect, frightened people into the Body of
Christ. It’s about God disrupting and disorienting our humdrum ways of
engaging the sacred, so that something new and holy can be born within and
among us. It’s about the Spirit carrying us out of suspicion, tribalism,
and fear, into a radical new way of engaging God and our neighbor...
But even in that
atmosphere of suspicion and cynicism, some people spoke, and some people
listened, and into those astonishing exchanges, God breathed fresh life.
Something
happens when we speak each other's languages. We experience the limits of
our own words and perspectives. We learn curiosity. We discover
that God's "great deeds" are far too nuanced for a single tongue, a
single fluency.
I
hope that the Pentecost story compels us, because it's a story for this
time, this
moment. As we continue to face the coronavirus pandemic as people of
faith, we will be tempted to grow complacent, or to despair, or to turn in on
ourselves and forget that we are part of a much larger whole. We live in
a world where words have become toxic, where the languages of so many cherished
"isms" threaten to divide and destroy us. The troubles of our
day are global, civilizational, catastrophic. If we don't learn the art
of speaking across the borders that currently separate us, we will burn
ourselves down to ash.”