Pentecost, celebrated this coming Sunday in the liturgical calendar, is the culmination of the Easter celebration. It is the feast and reminder of the coming of the Holy Spirit—the Sacred Guide—to more fully infiltrate and empower us to follow the way of Christ in the world.
When the Spirit came, it manifested as tongues of fire. The apostles were compelled to speak words they didn’t understand in languages they didn’t know. The Spirit comes to communicate with the world, and does so with and through us. The Spirit is the one who invites us to embody hope and the Kingdom.
I invite you to journey back with me through an old journal entry. As I re-read these words I wrote a few years back, I’m reminded again of call of the Christian to experience and communicate life and hope and goodness to the world.
I don’t want to live in the world with my eyes closed.
—I don’t think I could anymore.
As awareness grows of what’s within,
It becomes harder to deny awareness of what’s without.
And what’s within and what’s without become harder distinctions to make.
What I sense and feel within me begins to course with passion, energy, life,
wonder, sorrow, pain, and even peace,
that cannot help but flow from the spring of my being.
Let me bend and open the places that leak
As I enter my interior mansion,
my feet cannot help but also explore the mansion of the world.
Each step I take inside I also take outside.
To be grounded. I need to both
Feel my feet,
and feel the ground.
I leave the grassy plain to walk the rocks that callous my feet
to swim the rivers that wash them to brightness,
to let my toes sink into the sand as I pause for a moment.
For a moment.
I belong to the world.
I belong to humanity.
I belong to God.
I am a part.
A part becoming whole to a whole becoming whole.
Imagine for me. And I’ll imagine for you.
Let us create something newly old—and ever true.
The Spirit sings softly in the night the notes
That could shape the world if we would bring them into the day.
Do I dare to hold the hope of the world?
Can we carry it together, until it sinks softly into our skin?
And through our bodies
From our feet
Into the ground
Until we find that we are that which we hope to see,
And hope to be.
The Kingdom come.
This past Sunday at my church, we revisited the story of Moses. I have been contemplating those 2nd 40 years of Moses wandering the wilderness, tending other people’s sheep.
At the end of those 40 years, at 80, Moses had the encounter with God at the burning bush. Maybe that fire just appeared one day as he was walking by, or perhaps the bush had been burning there all along and it was the first time he had eyes to see it.
Either way, in due time, Moses was drawn toward life and wonder through this burning bush, he was drawn towards God. That is the work of the Holy Spirit.
For this feast of Pentecost, instead of inviting you to certain practices, I ask you only to pay attention and stand in awe, for it is on Pentecost that we recognize that we are ablaze with God and planted deeply in Holy Ground.
In what ways is the Spirit trying to communicate with you or through you this week? Take some time to look around—I think there are a lot more burning bushes nearby than we might think.