Pentecost celebrates the birth of the church by the Holy Spirit, which came (just as Jesus promised that the Holy Spirit would be with us) to all of his followers in a common experience.
The timing of this is 50 days (Pentecost means “fiftieth” in Greek) after the resurrection of our Lord. It mirrors the Jewish feast of Shavuot which celebrates the Holy Spirit’s gift of the 10 commandments to the community 50 days after the Exodus.
Now this great wind of the Spirit happened after Jesus had shown up in the flesh after his resurrection, visited with folks, ate meals together, and loved on them and encouraged them, and “left” (his ascension into heaven). At the Refuge a few Saturdays ago, Karl and Kathy pondered why Jesus didn’t just stick around after the resurrection. After all, he could have lived like a rock star! But that was never what Jesus was about. Thru him (Immanuel, God with us), he gave us one another, in the presence of the Holy Spirit. A gift that God is with us, with each other, thru each other, a gift we share among us and to the whole world.
I’ll drop it down a couple of gears here and be personal with this. The theology and symbolism is very pretty, but what is my experience with this stuff?
I didn’t grow up expecting much of the Holy Spirit, or of the church, but had hope that they might be real in some way. My first touch of the power of both of them came at my surprise 1st communion (age 10) with folks from a little Lutheran church on retreat in the woods, along with some Jesus freaks who had randomly showed up in a VW microbus.
Since that time I have had just a very few more very powerful and personal experiences of being touched by the Holy Spirit. Every one was a complete surprise. One was an overwhelming revelation of the power and beauty of the Reality of God (the kind that brings you to your knees), and another an unbelievably fiery healing experience which was really strange.
Before my experiences, I had heard about stuff like that, but doubted that it was real. Even if those things might be real, they probably wouldn’t happen to me- I am too much of a skeptic. But I have been touched and healed anyway, and I am grateful. These things are personal, but they have turned me outward–into community. It is not all about my “personal relationship with Jesus”. Most of life is lived in normal time anyway, normal experience, and that is how it should be. What is amazing is how the Holy Spirit turns normal time into sacred time, especially in community. That is something I am seeing more and more. I don’t really know what is possible with all of this, but I think a heck of a lot more is both possible and real now than I did before.
We have been given the most intimate relationship with God (body of Christ, bride of Christ). We are now a family built on Love. Brothers and Sisters we truly are, and to do well with that requires a commitment to relationship. The work of being real (not easy, but good). The learning of justice, kindness, and humility. And an anticipation of the Love and power of God with us, and among us, now. Happy Birthday, Church. You are beautiful.


