Most people you'd meet
on the street will tell you the big Christian festivals are Christmas and
Easter. No problem. But if you asked them to name three, not two,
there would be some puzzlement, faces with question marks, some silence, and
maybe a lot of guessing: Ash Wednesday? Palm Sunday? Thanksgiving Day? Mother's
Day? Some might even throw in St. Patrick's Day!
Everyone loves
Christmas; it's about a baby being born; there are presents under the tree, and
'Santa Claus is coming to town!' Easter is a little different; hard to get hold
of somebody coming back to life, but we all love to watch the kiddies hunt for
those painted eggs! Yes, we have managed to tame these feasts and turn
them into special days for children. No wonder most people remember them.
What about the third
major day in the Christian calendar, Pentecost? Anybody out there having all
the family for Pentecost dinner? I haven't noticed any Pentecost cards in Hallmark!
But Pentecost is basic, crucial, critical; it's who we are as Church. It's
important because it comes from the start of the Church before there were any
structures or much organization.
Pentecost celebrates the
arrival of the Spirit upon some up-country fishermen who were blundering around
making a lot of mistakes, having to be corrected and apologize all the time.
There were no buildings, no popes, no cardinals, no canon law, no Vatican, no
rosary, no saints, no Mass; ne'er a Monsignor in sight.
The Spirit came not to
the externals, not to the structure, because there was none, but to the
people. The Spirit came upon unwashed fishermen and peasant
carpenters, upon suspect tax collectors and ordinary housewives, upon
possible terrorists and people in the margin. The Spirit came and we
became Church.
We became Church and the
glue that held us all together were the words of Jesus and the witness of the
Spirit. That's the basic thing the Church is all about: core values, people,
words of Jesus, and the Spirit to witness and make sense of it all.
The Spirit came as a
wind, strong and driving; a wind you'd have to lean into or be blown over. A
wind strong enough to demolish the walls of injustice we tolerate
among nations, in our laws, at work, in our families and how we share what we
have with those who have less. The driving wind of God's Spirit seeks to
strip us of our prejudices, our greed, our arrogance and
resentments.
The wind of the Spirit
came to fan the flame of God's presence in us, such that our lives are warmth
for those who need it, light for those who seek the truth, healing for the hurt
and wounded, and justice for those who are oppressed in any way.
The Spirit came as
flaming red tongues of fire: strong enough to light our path in dark times;
bright enough to expose our hidden sins and all our denial; warm enough to take
the chill from a hardened heart and melt its stubbornness. The Spirit came as a
flame of beauty drawing others to share our faith and hope.
The Spirit comes daily
blowing in our lives; offering wisdom to correct our foolishness, understanding
to curb our stubbornness, right judgment in the face of our bad choices,
courage to do and say what we fear doing and saying, knowledge to open our
minds and hearts to truth, reverence to help us love what is pure and
beautiful, and awe in God's presence. All these gifts blowing in the wind that
we might grow in the life of the Spirit!
Have a wild and happy
Pentecost!
PASTOR EMERITUS