And there came suddenly from heaven a sound like the sweeping of a mighty wind, and it filled the entire house where they were sitting.
New voices. Fresh winds of the Spirit. Chaos and yet, from it, something new and true. And resistance: They’re just drunk! (Acts 2:12). It’s all there in these eras of change. Some days it all feels just so fragile and brittle and unfinished. Truth embedded in our stories is always more complex and nuanced than the ways we talk about it. It can seem easier to just back away than to fail.
But, understood differently, there is nothing new under the sun. This is always the way its been. Let Wilda Gafney have this last word as we spend this last Sunday with her texts: While the outpouring of the Spirit on Pentecost might have marked the dawn of the Church, it did not mark the dawn of the Holy Spirit. She was there at creation. She is with us now. She always is.
Pentecost Sunday Readings (Year W): Acts 2:1–18 (or Isaiah 44:1–8) † Psalm 104:1–4, 10–15, 27–30 † Romans 8:14–17 † John 14:8–17
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