The Experience of Pentecost

All at once 

a thundering storm
howling
as demons
cast into the sea
shrieking for mercy,
shaking the foundations,
breaking the chains,
shattering
our complacency;

we trembled

but the Lord was not
in the storm
or in our trembling;

then

a fiery explosion
blazing
as the sun
splitting the sky
fierce flames
roaring
demanding
devouring the darkness;

we shouted in terror;

but the Lord was not
in the flames
or in our shouting;

then

after the storm
after the fire
a soft sweet stillness

peace

surpassing all understanding
and yet understood;

mocked and derided
yet cherished;

denied
yet sought after:
a gift
more precious than jewels.

Then

many voices
speaking
as birds singing
announce
the dawn;
intelligible
to every soul,
the universal language
of joy; 

we spoke

but the Lord was not
in our words
or in our mouths;

the Lord was
in our hearts.

And all who were there
understood.


May Christ’s grace and healing love abide,

Deborah  ♰

Suggested Spiritual Exercise:

Live in the spirit of Pentecost.

The lectures you deliver may be very wise and true,
But I’d rather get my lesson by observing what you do.
For I may misunderstand you and the high advice you give,
But there is no misunderstanding how you act and how you live.
~ from I’d Rather See a Sermon, by Edgar Guest

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I am a struggling Christian, committed pacifist, near-obsessive recycler, incurable animal lover, inveterate tree-hugger; a nature mystic, a socialized introvert, an advocate for the vulnerable, an opponent of exploiters.
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