Pentecost
2021
‘When
the day of Pentecost had come, they were all together in one place. And
suddenly from heaven there came a sound like the rush of a violent wind, and it
filled the entire house where they were sitting. Divided tongues, as of fire, appeared
among them, and a tongue rested on each of them. All of them were filled with
the Holy Spirit and began to speak in other languages, as the Spirit gave them
ability.
‘Now
there were devout Jews from every nation under heaven living in Jerusalem. And
at this sound the crowd gathered and was bewildered, because each one heard
them speaking in the native language of each. Amazed and astonished, they
asked, ‘Are not all these who are speaking Galileans? And how is it that we
hear, each of us, in our own native language? Parthians, Medes, Elamites, and
residents of Mesopotamia, Judea and Cappadocia, Pontus and Asia, Phrygia and
Pamphylia, Egypt and the parts of Libya belonging to Cyrene, and visitors from
Rome, both Jews and proselytes, Cretans and Arabs—in our own languages we hear
them speaking about God’s deeds of power.’ All were amazed and perplexed,
saying to one another, ‘What does this mean?’ But others sneered and said,
‘They are filled with new wine.’
‘But
Peter, standing with the eleven, raised his voice and addressed them: ‘Men of
Judea and all who live in Jerusalem, let this be known to you, and listen to
what I say. Indeed, these are not drunk, as you suppose, for it is only nine
o’clock in the morning. No, this is what was spoken through the prophet Joel:
“In the last days it
will be, God declares,
that I will pour out my Spirit upon all flesh,
and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy,
and your young men shall see visions,
and your old men shall dream dreams.
Even upon my slaves, both men and women,
in those days I will pour out my Spirit;
and they shall prophesy.
And I will show portents in the heaven above
and signs on the earth below,
blood, and fire, and smoky mist.
The sun shall be turned to darkness
and the moon to blood,
before the coming of the Lord’s great and glorious day.
Then everyone who calls on the name of the Lord shall be saved.”’
Acts
2:1-21
‘When
the Advocate comes, whom I will send to you from the Father, the Spirit of
truth who comes from the Father, he will testify on my behalf. You also are to
testify because you have been with me from the beginning.
‘I
did not say these things to you from the beginning, because I was with you. But
now I am going to him who sent me; yet none of you asks me, “Where are you
going?” But because I have said these things to you, sorrow has filled your
hearts. Nevertheless, I tell you the truth: it is to your advantage that I go
away, for if I do not go away, the Advocate will not come to you; but if I go,
I will send him to you. And when he comes, he will prove the world wrong about sin
and righteousness and judgement: about sin, because they do not believe in me; about
righteousness, because I am going to the Father and you will see me no longer; about
judgement, because the ruler of this world has been condemned.
‘I
still have many things to say to you, but you cannot bear them now. When the
Spirit of truth comes, he will guide you into all the truth; for he will not
speak on his own, but will speak whatever he hears, and he will declare to you
the things that are to come. He will glorify me, because he will take what is
mine and declare it to you. All that the Father has is mine. For this reason I
said that he will take what is mine and declare it to you.’
John
15:26,27; 16:4b-15
Today
is Pentecost. But what is Pentecost? At its heart, it was a harvest
festival. The ancient near east civilisations were built on grain. As such,
they were vulnerable to famine, and the successful completion of a harvest was
a cause for major celebration. In Israel, as in Egypt, there were two main
grain crops: barley and wheat. The earlier barley harvest was celebrated at
Passover; the wheat harvest, fifty days later, at Shavuot, or Pentecost. The
Jewish people had tied two key events from their history to these harvest
celebrations: at Passover, they celebrated God delivering this people from
slavery in Egypt, parting the sea and leading them out into the wilderness of
the Sinai Peninsula; at Pentecost, they celebrated God giving them the Commandments,
through Moses, at Mount Sinai some several weeks later. Harvest festivals take
on a deeper significance. As Jesus insisted, ‘One does not live by bread alone,
but by every word that comes from the mouth of God.’ (Matthew 4:4,
citing Deuteronomy 8:3) For Christians, these Jewish celebrations take
on yet another layer of meaning. Jesus’ crucifixion, and resurrection—his
passing from death to life, taking us with him—take place around the Passover.
The risen and ascended Jesus sends the Holy Spirit from heaven fifty days
later, at Pentecost.
Some
five hundred years before Jesus (give or take a century or two), Judah had
experienced a particularly disastrous invasion of locusts, an utter catastrophe
in the life of the nation. The grain crops, both barley and wheat, had been
entirely wiped out before they could be harvested. The storehouses and
granaries were empty, awaiting a refilling that would not now happen. The urban
population of Jerusalem, fed by the surrounding territory of Judah, were facing
starvation; relatively secure and prosperous lives, thrown into turmoil. And the
prophet Joel asked, ‘does this remind anyone of anything?’
A
thousand years earlier again, God had delivered this people from a hard-hearted
Pharaoh, sending a succession of ten plagues on Egypt. The seventh plague had
been hailstones, so large they had destroyed the barley crop before it was
ready to harvest. The wheat was late in coming up that year, and survived
untouched. It would, however, be devoured by the eighth plague, an invasion of
locusts beyond number. Moses presented himself before Pharaoh, and demanded
that his people, young and old, sons and daughters, be allowed to go out of
Egypt to celebrate the Lord’s festival. Pharaoh would permit only the old men
to go. A ninth plague followed—three days of dense darkness—and a tenth—the
death of the firstborn of every household, even livestock.
‘Does
this plague of locusts remind anyone of anything?’ asked Joel. Surely God’s
hand is in this, for judgement, of God’s own people who have become as proud
and hard-hearted as ever Pharaoh was? Surely, we must repent, and call on the
Lord for mercy, lest we suffer what comes next? (Indeed, there was no lasting
repentance, and ultimately the king in Jerusalem had his eyes gouged
out—darkness—and his firstborn son killed, while he himself was carried off
into the Babylonian exile…)
But
Joel continues. We are being humbled, but God will restore, will not forget us
forever, will repay what the locusts have devoured. And then, God promises, ‘I
shall pour out my spirit on all flesh’ and after that the nations shall be
summoned to gather in Jerusalem, and be judged for having scattered God’s
people among them, for carrying God’s treasured possession away from the land.
And in the Valley of Decision, all who call upon the name of the Lord will be
saved.
‘This
is that’ says Peter. This is the pouring out of God’s Spirit on all flesh—young
and old, sons and daughters. This is the gathering of the nations for
judgement. This is the Valley of Decision…
One
way of thinking about this pattern—this revelation, by which we come into a deeper
knowledge of the kind of world we live in, a deeper knowledge of the nature of
God and humanity—is as disruptive grace. That is to say, sometimes God breaks
into our hard-hearted indifference in shocking ways. It is grace, because it
comes from out-with us, as divine initiative. And it is disruptive, because
this untameable force seeks to break us free from the things that hold us
captive. By our indifference towards animals and their habitats and towards
other people, especially the poor, we brought a pandemic on ourselves; but God
folds this judgement in on itself, like origami, transforming it into grace, troubling
and starkly beautiful. What opens up in this space is the possibility of a new
future, of hope, that is big enough to embrace young and old, sons and
daughters, those close by and those far from us, a diversity of life
experiences [1]. For those with eyes to see, God turns up, in the pressure and
pain of a pandemic; half-hidden behind a mask and fogged glasses on the bus, or
peeling a mask off at the end of a work shift. Grace is held out to us, but
must be received; and the longer we resist, the more pain we bring upon
ourselves and others. Still, I wonder how many people have experienced a fresh
appreciation of the need for and/or presence of God in their lives, over the
course of the past year? Perhaps more than we can imagine. Perhaps you have
discovered this for yourself? Or perhaps I have drunk too much communion wine.
This
Pentecost, may the place of our deep collective loss become the place of
breakthrough, the very place we experience the transformation of the Holy
Spirit drawing us from death to life. Come, Holy Spirit. Amen.
[1]
When the Spirit of God, poured out on all flesh, moves to bring forth a new
world from the ruins of a dying world, it is ushered in by the prophetic call
of the young and the old, sons and daughters, from many nations and for the
nations, empowered to speak to us concerning where we have gone astray, and
leading the way in how we might life our lives better, according to God’s
justice and mercy and love for all creation. I think of the partnership between
Greta Thunberg and David Attenborough, calling out our death-cult attitude to
our planet, the Swedish girl who is dismissed for being young and naïve and not
understanding what she is talking about, and the English man put in a box
labelled ‘national treasure’ so we can ignore him too. The Spirit of God cannot
be contained in a box; but, if we want to know where that Spirit is blowing
against us, in disruptive grace, and where that Spirit is heading, we need to
listen to the children and young people among us, and, as older men and women,
invest our dreams in the vision God has given to them. Do you hear the sound,
like the rush of a violent wind?
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