…suddenly there came from the sky a noise like a strong driving wind,
and it filled the entire house. Then there appeared tongues as of fire,
which parted and came to rest on each one of them.
Acts 2: 2-3
Are you hoping for peace and quiet, or hungering for peace and justice (or both)?
Let us be still,
slow to a stop,
rest and be restored.
Daily we must relearn
to hand over the demands of the day,
breathing deeply fresh air, laden with re-creative possibility.
How do we find those restful latitudes,
where we gratefully pour life’s leftovers
back into the lap of Our Great Lover?
Some find solace on the meditation cushion,
other disciples seek out the Calmer of Storms,
who calls us to wander the lonely places.
Come away to a deserted place all by yourselves and rest a while. Mark 6:31
Yet, once awakened,
attuned to cries of affliction,
we are not inclined to slumber.
Why do our hearts not burst with sorrow
at the litany of lamentations?
Where is the indignation to mobilize the masses?
To care is to connect,
and feed the smoldering desire for change;
the hot hunger for hope.
As he went ashore, he saw a great crowd; and he was moved inwardly with compassion for them, because they were like sheep without a shepherd… Mark 6:34
But do we really care,
enough to be charged,
and change the way we live our days?
Does not love burn us
with urgent ardor to heal,
and help upturn the skewed tables of torment?
Some would mold
this righteous restlessness
into a torch,
calling upon the sun of justice
to drive the death-dealers
from our earthly sanctuary.
Ours is no airy faith.
Nor is it only
ardent anger for action.
Flames needs oxygen,
the winds must
be warmed for movement.
Without air, the fire burns out.
stagnant winds die down.
As the heart is restored
even in its ceaseless rhythms,
can’t we find restoration in our rousing?
Feeding the fire, warming the air!
The world can scarcely
afford drowsy disciples.
Nor dare we spend our fuel
on what fails to satisfy,
forgetting to pause, ponder and conspire.
Tongues of fire come
to rest AND to rouse;
for we are bound together;
folded into ONE,
you and I,
by a raucous-spacious Spirit.
With no respect
for locks and boundaries,
lacking limits and loosening tongues,
we are impassioned
to speak peace to each heart
and breathe openness to every confinement;
to heat lukewarm hearts
and stir up
a storm of creative opportunity.
I want to be famous in the way a pulley is famous,
or a buttonhole, not because it did anything spectacular,
but because it never forgot what it could do. Naomi Shihab Nye
May you be touched and transformed
by the peaceful-passion of Pentecost.
God knows, the world needs it!
Bless you God…
who makes the winds your messengers,
fire and flame your ministers. Psalm 104:1, 4