Acts 2:1-21
May 27, 2012/The Day of Pentecost
In
the opening scenes of the movie Chocolat
the people in a small village in France are attending church as is their custom
on a Sunday morning in the 1950’s. The
viewer has already been alerted to the fact that the people in this village
believe in “tranquilite” or tranquility.
Everyone knows what is expected of them.
Everyone understands the particular roles they are expected to play in
the daily drama of village life.
Tranquility, evenness, unwavering lack of surprise or change; that is
the ongoing, monotonous theme of the villager’s lives.
Until
this particular day. What I love most
about this scene is that as we see them gathered in the church they are
singing. What are they singing? “Come, Holy Spirit, Come.” They sing without passion, fire or zeal. They sing dutifully; just as they probably
sing every hymn they encounter in church.
As dutifully as they approach every aspect of their lives, family, home,
work, play.
But
as they are singing this particular hymn on this particular day all of a sudden
a great wind blows through the town. It
blows open the church doors, whooshes through the parishioners, teases the
flame on the candles, rattles the light fixtures and the young priest at the
pulpit. It fills the church and everyone
there until the Count, the village’s most influential leader and citizen and
the greatest proponent of tranquilite, makes his way down the center aisle and
fights against the wind to close the doors.
He shuts out the wind – at least for the time being.
I
won’t tell you the rest of the story, but trust me this will not be the last
time the Count tries to slam the doors on the winds of change that are blowing
through that sleepy, tranquil little village.
How
many times do we act as the Count does without even realizing it? Think about how often we pray and sing and
ask for the power of the Holy Spirit to come into our lives. You know we’re hoping the Spirit will be with
us today, especially. But Pentecost
isn’t the only day that we reserve for the Holy Spirit. According to our words, our prayers, our
music, we’re hoping for the gift of the Holy Spirit to be ours as soon and as often
as possible. But when the Holy Spirit
does come, how often do we slam the doors against it? How often do we close the doors on the Spirit
because when it comes, change inevitably follows.
That’s
the reality that every one of our passages points to today. Although each passage describes the coming of
the Holy Spirit in a different way – the Advocate or the groaning as if in
labor – and for a different purpose, the underlying reality is this – when the
Spirit comes everything and everyone is changed.
But our focus this morning is primarily on our
passage from Acts and the day of Pentecost. Pentecost was a Jewish festival
known as Shavuot, fifty days after Passover.
On this day the disciples and
followers of Jesus were all gathered in one place. They were devoting themselves to prayer,
waiting for the Advocate, the Holy Spirit that Jesus had promised. Waiting for the one who would guide and lead
them now – now that their beloved Jesus was gone from their sight, ascended
into heaven.
They were together praying, waiting. When suddenly from heaven comes a roaring,
heart stopping sound, like the rush of a violent wind. And that sound, that powerful, violent wind
filled the room where they waited. It
filled the room, it filled them. Then
divided tongues of fire appeared among them and rested on each of them, and
something even more crazy and wonderful began to happen. They began to speak in different
languages. Languages they’d never been
able to speak before.
Barbara Brown Taylor describes it like this:
“It starts with a sound like the rush of a violent wind . . . and it fills the
entire house where Jesus’ followers are sitting. Then it bursts into
tongues like flames above their heads, but when they open their mouths to
shout, “Watch out! Your head’s on fire!” that is not what comes
out. [The Spirit] comes out instead, speaking languages that none of
those Galileans ever learned, so that perfect strangers from the four corners
of the world have to tell them it is God they are talking about – God and God’s
deeds of power – the latest of which is now featuring them, behaving so
bizarrely under the power of God’s spirit that the only paradigm some
bystanders can come up with is drunk.”
But they weren’t drunk. Something far more powerful than wine had
been unleashed around them and in them.
The power of the Holy Spirit had unleashed itself in their midst. What happens when the Holy Spirit comes? For the disciples it meant a complete
transformation from their previous selves.
Again quoting from Barbara Brown Taylor, “if you
believe the Bible, then there is no better proof that Jesus was who he said he
was than the before and after pictures of the disciples. Before Pentecost, they were dense, timid
bumblers who fled at the least sign of trouble.
Afterwards, they were fearless leaders.
They healed the sick and cast out demons. They went to jail gladly, where they sang
hymns until the walls fell down.”
This transformation occurred when the Holy Spirit
came. When its power filled them and
changed them and pushed them and moved them.
It poured out upon them and they were never the same again.
Peter, so empowered by the Spirit, got up and
delivered the kind of sermon I can only dream of preaching. Just as it was spoken through the prophet
Joel, “In the last days I will pour out my Spirit upon all flesh, and your sons
and your daughters shall prophesy.”
Pastor Amy carries a Spirit Stick. That is a change! |
That’s what was happening right before their eyes,
Peter told them. The Spirit was being
poured out upon all flesh. And nothing
would ever be the same again.
When the Spirit comes down, nothing and no one is
ever the same again. So I guess we
should be careful what we pray for. We
pray for the Spirit’s coming down, but then again, are we ready to be changed
by it? Are we ready to be moved by
it? Are we ready to go where the Spirit
is compelling us to go and do what the Spirit is compelling us to do?
The one word that has been going through my mind as
I’ve prepared for this day is “unleashed.”
I’ve already used it a few times as I’ve spoken. When I hear the story of Pentecost from Acts,
I can’t help but think of the power of the Holy Spirit unleashing itself upon
the disciples and the Jews from every nation gathered around them.
To be unleashed sounds somewhat violent, tumultuous
and even a little bit frightening. I
imagine there were many that day who were frightened when the Spirit came upon
them so suddenly, so wildly. I probably
would have been frightened as well.
And I wonder if I’m not still a little frightened of
that power unleashing itself in our midst.
As I said earlier, Pentecost or not, every Sunday I pray in some form or
fashion for the power of the Holy Spirit to come upon all who are
gathered. May it open our hearts, open
our minds, open our hands to the will of God.
But I think that when I pray, deep down I’m praying
for a much milder version of the Spirit than what those gathered in an upper
room received. I’m not sure I’m ready
for the rush of a violent wind or tongues of flame to descend on my head or to
be so completely turned upside down that I appear drunk and unbalanced.
That may be a
little more Spirit than I can handle.
No, I want the Spirit to be gentle, to sweetly nudge us just like my dog
Belinda nudges my hand when she wants me to pet her. I want the Spirit to just glide among us,
giving us the option to follow Jesus, to be disciples or not. Whatever suits our fancy.
But when the Spirit comes down, what happens? What happens is not what I want. What happens is change and upheaval and
everything I thought I knew and understood being different. What happens when the Spirit comes? I am changed, we are changed, like it or
not. And let’s face it. Our tendency as human beings is to not like
change more often than we like it. We
are empowered to speak, to act, to be who God created and called us to be. What happens when the Spirit comes? Everything.
So does this mean that we should reconsider our
prayers for that Holy Spirit to come?
No, in fact I think we should pray all the more and that much harder
that it does come, suddenly, violently unleashing itself upon us just like it
unleashed itself upon those long ago believers.
What happens when the Spirit comes?
In the middle ages, churches would often be built with
holes in the ceiling. They were called
“Spirit Holes.” On the festival of
Pentecost young boys would be sent to wait by the holes and when the story from
Acts would be read, they would throw thousands of red petals down on the
believers below just as the red tongues of flame descended on the disciples’
heads. Before the congregants could
process this sudden deluge of “fire”, doves would be released and they would
swoop and soar in and around the congregation.
All this was so the congregation would not only think about what
happened that day so long ago, but they could, in some form or fashion, live
it. This might give them a small glimpse
into how the disciples felt and responded to God’s rush of powerful love.
I guess it would be far too much to ask that we add
a few spirit holes to our ceiling; although we have seen a fiery spark descend
upon us. But perhaps we could add them
to ourselves. We could create them in
our hearts and in our minds. We could be
open and ready and waiting for that rush of violent wind, for those dancing
flames of fire.
What happens when the Spirit comes? Let us pray that we find out. Amen.
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