Tag Archives: Pentecost

Unbabel

Posted on May 13, 2016 by Rosalind C Hughes

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 →

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Year C Easter 5: “Make no distinction between them and us”

Posted on April 24, 2016 by Rosalind C Hughes

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 →

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Pentecost dreaming

Posted on May 24, 2015 by Rosalind C Hughes

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 →

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Costly

Posted on May 21, 2015 by Rosalind C Hughes

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 →

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Year B Easter 7: outside agitators and inside voices

Posted on May 17, 2015 by Rosalind C Hughes

The leaders in Jerusalem, religious and secular, were anticipating with no small degree of anxiety next weekend’s Festival of Weeks, or Pentecost, so called because it fell fifty (pente) days after Passover; a full week of weeks since death was … Continue reading →

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Pentecost: a sounding

Posted on June 4, 2014 by Rosalind C Hughes

I try to imagine the sound. They say a tornado sounds like a freight train; what would the apostles say? We each tell only of what we know. Was it the bluster of flapping canvas familiar from their days at … Continue reading →

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Pentecost 2013

Posted on May 19, 2013 by Rosalind C Hughes

It was Pentecost. The disciples were gathered all together in one place. And the Holy Spirit came among them like a rush of wind, like the breath of god, the sound of a mighty exhalation, god whispering in what might … Continue reading →

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One of those weeks

Posted on April 20, 2013 by Rosalind C Hughes

This is the newsletter greeting I almost used for our May edition at Church of the Epiphany. Almost; I thought better of it after I realized how much of my own exhaustion I had allowed to peek through between the … Continue reading →

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Pentecost

Posted on May 26, 2012 by Rosalind C Hughes

Apostles on fire, unconsumed; baring their souls before holy ground.

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And another (Pentecostal) thing …

Posted on May 25, 2012 by Rosalind C Hughes

With all the fuss about people hearing Galileans butchering their own languages with their heavy accents, where are the people curious about the fire sitting on top of these folks’ heads? (“Divided tongues, as of fire, appeared among them, and … Continue reading →

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