Pentecost is sometimes called the birthday of the
church, and though I might have mentioned last week that Pentecost was the time
the Holy Spirit descended on the church, I have been reminded, if I did say
this, that in many respects this description is probably incorrect and at best
unhelpful!
It is probably incorrect because as the person who
contacted me pointed out, you could hardly describe the church as existing in
any recognisable form at the Feast of Pentecost.
At that time the disciples at best could have been
described a s a group of like-minded people forced together by force of
circumstance and a deep admiration for Jesus of Nazareth whom they had seen
crucified and who was somehow also alive still for them.
It could be however true that something once again
happened to this bunch of friends on this feast day as all of a sudden they
were no longer kept behind closed doors for fear of the Jews!
If the Holy Spirit was like a wind from heaven
blowing amongst the disciples, then it certainly blew the door off their
hinges.
It is also probably unhelpful to describe the Holy
Spirit as descending on the church at Pentecost.
First of all is could suggest that the Holy Spirit
was new at this time, when of course we know that God’s Spirit had been around
his people long before the disciples experienced it at Pentecost. Indeed the
Jews had gathered in Jerusalem to celebrate Pentecost, the time when The Law
was given by God as a constant reminder of his presence with the people.
What the church does with the feast day is quite
similar as we also proclaim it is the sign of God’s presence with us his people
today. And just as for the Jews around Sinai clouds storms and winds come into
the experience of God.
Another way it is unhelpful to speak of the Holy
Spirit Descending, is as someone else pointed out to me, the Holy Spirit comes
within us and some prefer to speak f the experience of being filled with the
Holy Spirit rather than it being poured on us like water, though of course the
link to baptism can also be helpful in describing the experience.
On Wednesday morning we had a reading from 1 John
and an interesting and perhaps more helpful expression came to light regarding
eternal life…. The idea that it was something that abided in us and not
something which we received or earned if you like. The same could be said of
the Holy Spirit of course.
We so often use the language of acquisition, or
earning it or being rewarded with it like a medal, instead of the more helpful
analogy of recognising it as part of who we are before God.
Perhaps it may be helpful to understand the way
God’s Spirit works within us to look at the Gospel reading for today which talks about Love. We are more used to
seeing Love as something we have within and which we share with those around.
Jesus certainly focused on the Act of loving as the sign that God was with us.
Jesus also speaks of something called God’s Spirit abiding within us.
At Easter we have celebrated Life bursting from
death and at Pentecost we celebrate Love bursting from within us and empowering
us to be witnesses.
The whole meaning of the story set before us today
is that we are witnesses to God loving and living presence. This presence
literally changes who we are and others should recognise it.
When Moses discovered the presence of God in the
burning bush he was told it was holy ground and in respect he removed his shoes
as many still do in holy places.
At Pentecost the people were gathered and
recognised God and asked Peter what they should do now that they have
recognised this. It says “they were cut
to the heart when they recognised God in their midst on the Day of Pentecost
and asked when must we do… Peter said “repent and be baptised” and Luke records
three thousand were baptised that day.
What part of the gathered crowd are we?
Are we going to scoff?
Are we just here for the show?
Do we recognise God still in our midst at
Pentecost?
Elizabeth
Barrett Browning once wrote:
Earth’s
crammed with heaven
And
every common bush alive with God.
Only
he who sees takes off his shoes;
The
rest sit around and pluck blackberries.”
(Aurora
Leigh)
As someone I knew and loved used to say. “Good old
God”
