My 70th birthday fell on the eve of Pentecost, the celebration of the outpouring of the Holy Spirit upon the disciples and the church, the community of the Holy Spirit. On the day I have often used, the medium of dance, the appearance of red balloons, and the breath to inflate them, for breath is another word for “spirit” in the New Testament, and children playing with the gyrations of poi. I have always fancied using fire poi in swivelling circles. All of these is to capture the dynamic of the Holy Spirit, the breath and wind of God alive in the world!
The wind blows wherever it pleases. You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going. And so it is with everyone who is given life by the Spirit. (John 3:8) I heard a mediocre sermon the other day about the Ascension which failed to stir very much in me. Then the preacher climbed down from the pulpit and the stopped at the lectern, and, as though he had forgotten something important, and said: “Here is a quotation from the Little Prince,” Here is my secret. It is very simple: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.” Ah, I thought if only he had started with that! Then things opened up for me. What are those invisible things from the heart, and you may make your own reflective meditation on this. I thought of the following:
Prayer/beauty/light/forgiveness/enduring unconditional love/honesty/inspiration/influence/joy/dedication/intuition/faithfulness/desire/trust/faith/nurturing/empathy/compassion/honour/friendship. You may want to write about each of those themes in your spiritual journal.
How is the Holy Spirit working in the world to bring about the ubuntu of humankind? I think there is the nudging of the Holy Spirit in the lives of great leaders and movements in the world, and there is also the nudging of our hearts, the hearts and minds of the ordinary people; to phone someone, say something, find something, acknowlege someone, encourage someone, listen to someone, and to act with compassion. There are little circles on the pond of the world that can grow, joining other circles of many peoples and cultures and faiths, that can embrace the world.
I have attached two poems on Holy Spirit which I found I had written in 2001.
May the rains arrive soon.
He breathed on them
St John 21:20-25
Jesus said again, “Peace be with you! As the Father sent me, so I send you”. Then he breathed on them, saying, “Receive the Holy Spirit!”
You gently, very gently breathed on the disciples
The breath that woke the creation out of chaos
That set the pulse of day and night on its course
That brought the peace of Eden,
The dawn of freedom,
And a reaching out for the tree of knowledge,
Which brought beauty and suffering,
And left us broken.
The disciples gently breathe in your spirit
And feel a peace of the first day
Awakening in them,
A new poetry coming
For a new day
That already has an ending
And a power like a wind,
To move us beyond faith and hope
Into the ocean of love
The Day of Pentecost
Acts 2: 1-13
We are all together in one place,
Though divided in our expectation,
Caught between waiting and irrelevance.
A driving wind breaks lose
Above our heads and a noise like a sea whirls
Through and over us until the whole house thunders
With the vibrations, as fire begins to tear through us
And flames leap into life like tongues
Bursting from the creation,
Then coming to rest
With a feminine gentleness
Upon each of us.
Something is bubbling and bursting in me,
Like the birthing of a new spirit,
Searching and finding a voice that cannot speak its praises
Fast enough, like a well springing into life,
Leaving me elated and babbling
In a language of sounds and sighs.
I am filled with new wine,
And am dancing in the market place
And speaking the tongue of love
As others coming rushing towards me.