The day before Pentecost, and some of us are probably feeling like dry husks, dimly burning wicks.
I think of those ancient disciples and those days between the Ascension and Pentecost, that time of waiting. I wonder if some of them were anxious to get started on a project, any project. I wonder if some of them were secretly making alternate plans, just in case the larger vision never appeared.
I think of how hard it is to wait, to listen, and to watch. And then, how hard it is to know for sure that God has spoken.
|Photo of a painting by Linda Anderson|
But then there are the Pentecost times, the rushing wind, the flame, the ability to do what we did not know we can do.
Come Holy Spirit. Let us blaze with your energetic fire. Let your breath fill us with the will to do what must be done.