Tuesdevo: Who Am I? Do I Matter?

When the day of Pentecost came, they were all together in one place.” Acts 2:1

The Easter Season comes to a fiery conclusion with the celebration of “Pentecost”. As followers of Jesus were gathered together something like tongues of fire settled over each one and they began to speak in ways they had never spoken before.

At least, that’s how the story is told by St. Luke. Luke is writing about something he has heard about from other people; or he has read it about it somewhere. We tend to read Luke 2 as “Scripture.” What if we read it is story? What if we were to listen to it as part of our story?

How much stock can we place in what Luke is telling us? Is that how it really happened? Is he combining what he has heard and read in a way that makes the story more exciting than it really was?

What is the story you have to share? Is there something you just can’t wait to tell someone you love?

Once, there was a group of people who believed that God – yes, God – had visited them. And God had a message for them – Live as if it were your last day – that was the essence of the message. Love as if this were your last opportunity to express your love for others. Stop being angry over trivial matters. Forgive. Don’t waste your energy judging other people – you are probably wrong anyway. Look for signs of the Spirit, present with you. And don’t let death get you down. Yes, you will have to go through it, but you will find Love on this side of death, and on the other side too.

We might hear that as advice for living – a kind of graduation address. But what if we heard it as story?

As we lean toward this Sunday – Pentecost – we lean in to the amazing story of wind and fire, of power and redemption. Let’s hear it … and make it our own.


Photo Credit: Self Portrait – Samuel Dirksz van Hoogstraten [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

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Want to talk about sex, politics, spirituality? So do I. I grew up in a religious home in the 1950’s and 1960’s. Our country was reeling from assassinations and the devastation of the Viet Nam War. Looking for something beautiful, I got a degree in music, married the love of my life and had children. Looking for God, I then went to seminary. Looking for something that might transform the world, I became a local church pastor. Now, I’m always looking for people who want to talk about important things. I cherish conversations with emerging leaders, people who are antsy to try an idea they believe would change the world for the better. I’d would love to hear from you.