Sunday’s Scripture ~ Acts 2:1-12
This Sunday the Christian Church celebrates Pentecost! The great fifty days of Easter are complete – meaning the Season of Easter is complete – yes, Easter is a season as well as a day! And now we cross the threshold into the season of Pentecost…which is many many many more days than the season of Easter. In fact, in the liturgical year, the season of Pentecost is the longest season…lasting 27 weeks this year! Woah! That’s 189 days of Pentecost! Good thing I like the color green.
(Extra points to the friends that catch that reference!)
Pentecost is the birth of the church. On the day of Pentecost the Holy Spirit is given to humanity, Peter preaches one intense sermon, and then Acts 2:41-42 tells us “So those who welcomed his [Peter’s] message were baptized, and that day about three thousand persons were added. They devoted themselves to the apostles’ teaching and fellowship, to the breaking of bread and the prayers.”
They devoted themselves to what we now know as the pattern of worship in the church – teaching and fellowship, the breaking of bread, and prayers.
Thomas Troeger – one of my all-time favorite authors, poets, and hymnwriters – likens Pentecost to a homecoming. Folks are gathering from the corners of the earth in one central location to remember, to celebrate, and to reconnect.
When I think about my high school homecomings…I am overwhelmed with memories of friends running around in garnet and gold war paint, waving our arms as tomahawks to the driving and deafening beats coming from our marching band, and cheering our football team to victory. “Garnet! Gold! We Are! Lake Gibson!”
We had one goal – one mission – win the game! The players, coaches, cheerleaders, dancers, color guard, band, and crowd – one goal, one mission – win the game! In certain moments it was like we moved as one, breathed as one, tackled as one, scored as one. And when the game was over, winners or losers, we would sing our school song and go home.
The homecoming game wasn’t the only football game we played each year; the season was 12 games in duration. But the other games didn’t seem to have the same spirit as the homecoming game. They just were…when the homecoming game was.
So I think about this likening to Pentecost – as a homecoming for the church. This one day we celebrate as one, sing as one, for some churches wear red as one, and for other churches (I hope Reeves does this!) eat cake as one!
Let’s face it…we all need to walk around with red-dyed mouths. It will be awesome!
There’s so much spirit on Pentecost. The church is overwhelming with energy. It’s a mountain top experience…and then (as it’s been my experience) the church falls hard back into the valley. The spirit dissipates and it’s back to church as usual. And I don’t know about you, but I’m over church as usual.
I want that spirit and energy of Pentecost every week! Every Sunday is a little Easter – our remembrance of the resurrection – of Jesus defeating sin and death. Every Sunday is also a little Pentecost – an opportunity for the church to come home, to remember, to celebrate, to collaborate, and to return to service in the world. I’m not saying every week in worship needs to be a high-energy hoopla of a service. God’s presence can be known in the mighty earthquake and a thunderstorm as well as a still small voice. There is presence – mighty presence – in stillness as there is in loud exaltation. What I am saying is that every week in worship needs to be an authentic reflection and response to the moving of the Spirit in our midst.
God is faithful in giving the Spirit. May we be faithful as we are enlivened by it. May our worship reflect our reception of it. May our worship be a pleasing fragrance, a holy and living sacrifice to our God.
Reflection: How will we allow the Spirit to lead us? How will our worship reflect the in-breaking and presence of God’s Spirit? How will we be a Pentecost people every Sunday of the year?
Prayer: “Holy Spirit, wind and flame, move within our mortal frame; make our hearts an altar pyre; kindle them with your own fire. Breathe and blow upon that blaze till our lives, our deeds, and ways speak the tongue which every land by your grace shall understand.”* Amen.
* from “Wind Who Makes All Winds That Blow,” The United Methodist Hymnal, 538.