June 9, 2019 at St.
Peter & St. William Churches in Naples, FL
Acts 2, 1-11 + Psalm 104
+ Romans 8, 8-17 + John 14, 15-16, 23-26
A couple of years ago, I was
on a plane off to give a talk somewhere. I was wearing my clerical suit because
the person picking me up did not know me. I had taken my aisle seat on the
plane, and a lady came along and moved into the seat next to me. I opened a
book in which I was intending to hide when she turned and asked, “Are you
saved?” My toes curled as every possible motive for asking me that question
raced through my mind. I glanced at her hands. Seeing a wedding ring, I asked:
“Are you married?” She looked around for a moment. I began to fear she might
think I was proposing something, but suddenly she said: “Yes, I am for
thirty-eight years.” I said: “I’ll bet you are a lot more married today than
you were on your wedding day, and I am a lot more saved than I was at my
Baptism. I am also a lot more of a priest than I was on the day of my
ordination.” With that, she pulled out emergency evacuation card and began to
study it while I opened my book.
I have often said to couples
who came to the office to plan a wedding that their marriage began the moment
they decided to spend the rest of their lives together. The Sacrament they were
preparing for was a celebration of a love that was already there. I would go to
reminded them that the love they had for each had been there growing slowly but
steadily from the day they met. Sometimes people ask me when I decided to
become a priest, and I always say the same thing: “This morning when I got up.”
Isn’t it true for you? The marriages you lived and celebrated happened every
time you faced a problem and decided to make it work. Parents know this. When a
child is born, parenting begins, but you are lot more of parent by the time
they move out on their own. At the birth of a child you begin to spend the rest
of your days making parenthood come true through your relationship with your
children. Any of us who have made a commitment in a moment pass through a
life-time of growth and development that grows deeper and more real day by day.
It is the same with Pentecost
and the coming of the Holy Spirit. In reality, the action and power of the Holy
Spirit started when those disciples first met Jesus and moved them to follow
him. It only deepened each time they acted in the name of Jesus. That event on
the 50th day did not start something in them, it revealed and made
obvious what they already had and what they could become because of it. As we
gather here to celebrate Pentecost, beware of thinking this is just a day or a
time to remember what happened to those people in some “upper room” of
Jerusalem. Doing that, misses not just the point, but distracts us from
thinking about and realizing that we too have had the same experience. Perhaps
there was no wind or fire, but you would not be here if the Spirit was not
already stirring in your hearts and souls.
On the day Christ rose from
the dead and became present in their midst, the disciples were struggling to
take in the fact that death was not what they thought it was. because there was
Jesus offering them peace. Uninterested in how slow they were to believe, he
took them as they were, breathed his very Spirit on them, and gave them his
mission: “Forgive.”
The consequence of
forgiveness is oneness or the unity for which Jesus prayed so passionately the
night before he died. It is the healing of whatever is broken whether it be
hearts, lives, or relationships. As Luke describes the growing courage and
awaked awareness of those disciples, Pentecost functions like a movement that
breaks down the boundaries of time and culture, and most of all, our stubborn
attitudes of privilege and power, of wealth and prestige which too often set us
apart from another. That symbol of multiple languages represents all that
divides us keeping us from understanding one another. Sadly, and painfully, I
saw this in action just last week as I was standing the check-out line of store
here in town. The person behind me turned to a family behind them who were
speaking another language. She said hatefully: “Speak English, you are in
America.” You should have seen the look on the faces of the children standing
there with their parents. I looked at her thinking she needed a good lesson in
geography, because America is a continent shared by several nations, but I just
looked at her and said: “Come Holy Spirit”. You don’t have to be able to speak
many languages to express love and respect.
We are here today to
celebrate, nurture, and awaken the Spirit that is already stirring among us and
within us. It is that Spirit making us uncomfortable in the face of easy but
unfair judgements about others. It is that Spirit making us uncomfortable about
enforcing divisions and separations that keep us apart. It is that Spirit
making us uncomfortable and about walls and boundaries when people are
desperate, frightened, and hungry. It is also that Spirit that makes our hopes
sail and sets our hearts on fire dreaming of peace and justice.
So, with great trepidation
should be have sung that Psalm verse today. “Lord, send out your Spirit, and
renew the face of the earth.” May God take us at our word, and when God does,
hang on, we’re in for a wild ride, a new heaven, and new earth, a new life with
a new mission.