Pentecost

When Pentecost Day arrived, they were all together in one place. Suddenly a sound from heaven like the howling of a fierce wind filled the entire house where they were sitting. They saw what seemed to be individual flames of fire alighting on each one of them. They were all filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak in other languages as the Spirit enabled them to speak. Acts 2:1-4 CEB

Pentecost.
The “birthday” of the Church.
The joyous, wind-tossed, flaming moments when God gets a hold of a small group of Christ-followers, and radically changes their outlook and their purpose in life.

It was the revitalizing work of the Holy Spirit that made them courageous as they faced persecution. It was the Spirit’s wake-up call that brought together Jew and Gentile in a common purpose – bringing the world back into relationship with God, the Holy One. It coincides with the Jewish celebration of Shavuot – the  the holiday is a celebration of God giving the Torah and the Ten Commandments to the Jewish people. For me, it links together the Spoken Word and the Word Made Flesh. (Though some of my Jewish friends do not see the connection.)

Our present church does not (sadly) follow the Christian liturgical calendar all that closely. As I reflected on Pentecost today, rereading Acts 2, I thought about the ways that God brings new growth and new purpose in me. I looked for reminders in the world around me — in family, friends and even Creation. What is it about Pentecost? What message was there for me?

Loud and clear, I heard… LOVE LIVES AGAIN!

I had remembered a hymn from my childhood…”Now The Green Blade Riseth.” So I went searching, found an instrumental version that I liked, and created this video. (It’s only the 3rd video I’ve ever tried to create, so… be nice…)

I used my photos of the earth’s creation cycle – summer, fall, winter and spring and woven together in a montage that celebrates the green and lush growing season and the stark, bare, leafless winter.

I pray it blesses you.

Now the green blade riseth from the buried grain.
Wheat that in the dark earth many days has lain;
Love lives again, that with the dead has been:
Love is come again, like wheat that springeth green.

In the grave they laid Him, Love Whom we had slain,
Thinking that He’d never wake to life again,
Laid in the earth like grain that sleeps unseen:
Love is come again, like wheat that springeth green.

Up He sprang at Easter, like the risen grain,
He that for three days in the grave had lain;
Up from the dead my risen Lord is seen:
Love is come again, like wheat that springeth green.

When our hearts are saddened, grieving or in pain,
By Your touch You call us back to life again;
Fields of our hearts that dead and bare have been:
Love is come again, like wheat that springeth green.

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