Rough draft for Pentecost...feedback is appreciated!
It’s that time of year
again…it’s Pentecost. Pentecost as in
Pentecostal…some of us are not so comfortable with that term as it brings to
mind talking in tongues (not the same kind of tongue talking we just read in Acts
2), mumbling prayers, hands waving, and perhaps some snake handling. Pentecost in and of itself means 50, 50 days
had passed since Passover, 50 days since the stone was rolled away from the
tomb and Mary thought she was talking to the gardener but was speaking with
Jesus. 50 days doesn’t have much to do
with holy languages, prayer, hand waving and certainly nothing to do with
snakes. But it’s what happened on that
50th day that the disciples were gathered, waiting for a word,
waiting for the Word, waiting for Jesus that changed everything, that has to do
with prayer, hand waving, the languages we speak…I think we’re best to leave
the snakes to themselves.
50 days since Easter for
them and their time together was turned upside down, people where hearing the
gospel in languages that they could understand, Peter—the one who never got
anything right, stood up and spoke eloquently assuring the crowds that the men
and women speaking in these varied languages were not drunk…after all, it was
only 9am in the morning! Peter—the one
who always spoke too soon, constantly needing to retrieve his foot from his
mouth, this same Peter was now standing before the crowd of witnesses,
testifying that the prophet Joel’s words
had come true—young men and women, yes
women! Men and women were prophesying,
the young were having visions while the old ones dream powerful dreams and all
were coming together so that we, you and I, 2000+ years later might know that
there is more than existential angst, that we too might dream dreams and see
visions, and come to know the resurrected Jesus, not only in stories but
through the power of the Holy Spirit.
Some hand waving seems appropriate doesn’t it? Thanks be to God, that we can know Christ,
that we can feel the power of the Holy Spirit blowing upon our lives,
whispering in our ears.
But we look around our
gathering this morning; do we see visions of the young and old? Do we see flaming tongues or hear howling
winds of the Holy Spirit? Do we secretly
wonder if the Spirit of God is no longer in this place?
This weekend at Annual
Conference, I listened to a young man speak of his dreams. He dreamt that God was walking beside him,
they walked upon a street in Belize, walked from the street and into a small
cramped factory, a sweatshop where a little girl came up to the young man and
said “Help.” This young man was up the
rest of the night trying to decide if this meant he needed to go to Belize or
if it was that he needed to look and listen to those who cry out for help. Or perhaps both. As he spoke, there was a fire burning within
him, the fire of Pentecost. As I
listened to him, I thought of Peter’s words, your old will dream dreams and
your young will have visions. The time
has come! Not merely 2000 years ago, 50
days after that first Easter but today, there are young men and women with
vision for our church. There are older
folks with dreams for our church. We are
the body of Christ as we join together and work to make disciples for the
transformation of the world.
God has not left us alone,
God is with us, God has sent the paraclete, the Holy Spirit to guide us, to
comfort us, to argue with us when we sit in the face of injustice. Today we celebrate the birthday of the
church—what gift will we bring? What
gift will we bring to the body of Christ redeemed by Christ’s blood, one in
each other, one in ministry to all the world?
While at Annual Conference this weekend, a friend of mine suggested that
our United Methodist mission statement was backward—Making disciples of Jesus
Christ for the transformation of the world and what we should be doing is
Transforming the world to make disciples of Jesus Christ. How often does the world look upon Christians
and see nothing but hypocrisy, hate, intolerance, self-righteousness? Perhaps if we spoke less and worked more,
they might see our love, our grace, our peace, and our concern for the world
that God so loved and was willing to become one of us, willing to die upon that
cross, and refused to let death and hate be the end of the story. This young man who dreamed of a little girl
needing help in Belize, suggested something along these lines as well—he said
that in the church we say we must build the church so we can do missions, but
perhaps we must do missions so that we can build the church.
This young man that spoke at
Annual Conference is not the lone voice in the wilderness. We too have youth with dreams and visions for
our church and the Church. The question
is do we listen? Do we listen and do
were hear even if the gospel is spoken in a language unlike ours? Can we let the Holy Spirit translate for us,
so we might hear the vision and understand?
Listen, listen!
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