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Tag Archives: Pentecost
Pentecost: love and fire
If fire represents the Holy Spirit, then we have blasphemed the Spirit of God by making fire the creature of our destruction instead of the essence of our life.
The Holy Spirit, on the other hand, cannot be tamed, and does not destroy when given free reign, because she is not our creature to control, but she is the very essence of God, who is love. Continue reading
Holy Comforter
Do not be alarmed by her unpredictability. She knows what she is doing. She speaks your language. She knows your name. Continue reading
Posted in current events, prayer, sermon
Tagged climate, creation, Holy Spirit, Pentecost, terror, Trinity
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Trinity 2016: Delight
Wisdom calls out – the wisdom of God; we may know her as the Holy Spirit. When she is spoken aloud, she becomes the Word. The Word was in the beginning, the yet unspoken, ever articulate Wisdom of God. Only … Continue reading
Posted in Holy Days, sermon
Tagged delight, Holy Spirit, John 16:12-15, Pentecost, Proverbs 8, Romans 5:1-5, Trinity Sunday
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Unbabel
Slab-flat vowels like a block of dough slapped down on the kneading board; sibilant aromas of spice and fruit from afar off mingle with crisp consonants. Syllables roll like oranges through the early morning marketplace; polyphonic strangers drawn by the … Continue reading
Posted in Holy Days, lectionary reflection, meditation, poetry, prayer
Tagged accents, Acts 2:1-21, Babel, comfort food, expatriate, Genesis 11:1-9, homesickness, language, Pentecost, unity
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Year C Easter 5: “Make no distinction between them and us”
Acts 11: 12 “The Spirit told me to go with them and not to make a distinction between them and us.” – Peter has a vision of eating foreign food, and is called thereby to recognise the grace of God … Continue reading
Posted in sermon
Tagged Acts 11:1-18, foreign food, grace, Pentecost, race, table fellowship, Year C Easter 5
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Pentecost dreaming
What happens [asks the poet] to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore – And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over – … Continue reading
Posted in sermon
Tagged #blacklivesmatter, Cleveland, dream, dream deferred, Langston Hughes, Michael Brelo, Pentecost, Rachel G. Hackenburg
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Costly
What if the sound of a rushing wind blows you out of the water, running back to that place you last called home, fallen now, weeping again by the roadside? What if the very thought of tongues of flame raises … Continue reading
