Pentecost Sermon by The Reverend Loree Reed

John 20: 19–23
Genesis 11: 1–10
Come Holy Spirit.  Come in your power.  Open our ears to listen.  Amen.
You and I serve a God who is always on the move, always going somewhere we don’t expect him to go, always reaching out to people we hardly expect Him to reach out to.  In fact, on the Day of Resurrection — to their astonishment – his disciples learned that not even death could stop him, not even death could hold him still and lifeless in that tomb.  So, it should hardly come as a surprise that he expects those who follow him to be willing to move, willing to venture out to others, just as he does.  Well, maybe it shouldn’t surprise us, but it always does.  And it always has.
Even in the pre–history days of the Book of Genesis — the days after Noah and his family survived the Flood but before Abraham had come on the scene — the Lord God expected the people he’d created to keep moving and reach out to others, as they populated the earth.  But – surprise, surprise — God’s people already had their own ideas.
In those days, the author of Genesis tells us, everyone on Earth spoke the same language, so moving about and meeting new people should not have been difficult.  But as one group reached a plain in the land of Shinar, they decided to settle down there.  And not only settle down briefly but build for themselves permanent structures of brick and mortar.  They were tired, you see, of moving.  They were tired of meeting new people.  So they didn’t just build themselves permanent dwelling places; they built themselves a fortress where no one else could get in, a fortress whose turrets reached up to the heavens.  For their concern was for themselves – and not anyone else’s.  And the Lord God, looking down from the heavens, realized what they were up to.  He saw he had a rebellion on his hands.  So he scrambled their language.  He garbled their speech so they could no longer cooperate with one another to defy him.  And then he scattered them all over the earth – just as he’d told them to do on their own.  But – oh, that wasn’t the end of it.  Not by a long shot.
Fast forward now to another group of people the Lord has entrusted with special instructions, privileged information. Focus on the small group of disciples on the night of the Resurrection, gathered together in a house in Jerusalem.  On the last night Jesus spent with them, he had asked them to love and serve others as he had loved and served them.  Those were his final instructions to them.  But this evening, only three nights later, his disciples aren’t thinking of loving and serving others at all.  Just like those people on the ancient plain of Shinar, they want to defend themselves against others.  For fear of the Jews, Luke says, they have locked all the doors and shuttered the windows in that house – to keep others out.  But once again, the Lord has another idea entirely, and it’s a lot more expansive than the disciples can imagine.
Suddenly — they are not quite sure how — Jesus is right there in their midst.  And as he comes in, he says to them, “Peace be with you.”  Now, granted, in that day this was a conventional Jewish greeting.  But on the lips of Jesus, it is more than that.  It is a powerful word that redefines reality for those disciples – because Jesus is their peace, and in his presence they can feel that peace calming their fears, saturating every fiber of their being.
As I believe I’ve told you before, that word ‘peace’ [eirene in Greek] comes from an ancient Greek verb [eirw] that means, “to knit together.” To feel peace, then, is to feel put together, connected, secure.  So that evening when Jesus says to the frightened disciples, “Peace be with you,” he is saying, in effect, “Let me put you together.  Let me knit you together – with me — not in fear any longer, but in love.  Let new life begin – my life joined with your lives — right here, right now.”  And then, as good as his word, he seals the deal in the same way his heavenly Father sealed the deal as he created Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden.  That is, Jesus breathes the Holy Spirit onto the disciples – just as God the Father breathed new life – his own life – into Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden.
The Book of Genesis tells us that the Lord God created Adam and Eve in his own image.  Some people, hearing that, imagine that we, then, must look like God.  But of course, to be created in His image means more than that.  It means, when we are being our truest selves, we will behave as He does – with steadfast love . . . and mercy . . . and compassion towards others.  So on that evening, by breathing his own life into that handful of frightened disciples gathered in Jerusalem, Jesus is giving them the new life, the fresh courage and energy they will need to live a different kind of life — his kind of life.  It is a whole new beginning for them – not to satisfy their desires, but to carry out God’s plan.  And what was God’s plan?  You got it;  it was to move out to others and minister in love to them.  Just as He had intended his people to do from the very beginning.
And then, as if there was any doubt about all this, Jesus says to them, “As the Father has sent me, so I send you.”  He wasn’t blessing them with peace, you see, simply to relieve their fear and anxiety.  He was blessing them for mission – his own mission to the world as they went out to be the Body of Christ.  It would take a few more days – 50 days, to be exact – for that mission to catch fire.  But what Jesus did that evening was the beginning of the birth of the Church.
This is what we celebrate every year on Pentecost.  In some churches someone will wave a long silken banner on the end of a pole   to simulate the mighty rushing wind that people heard on that day.  Other churches read the Gospel story in different languages to demonstrate the wide diversity of people who would now hear the Good News of Jesus Christ in their own languages.  And some churches — just as we’e done this morning — will ask everyone to wear red or orange or yellow – some color of the flame to symbolize those tongues — as of fire — that suddenly appeared above each disciple’s head.  But I think there’s another way we can celebrate God’s gift of the Holy Spirit on Pentecost.  And it is simply to do what he has commanded us to do – which is to reach out beyond ourselves to others – with the love of Jesus — and feel the blessing of Jesus’ presence, Jesus’ joy and peace within us.  And you never know when that little celebration might begin.
It happened for me this week at Ingles Supermarket in Madison.  You know how you are always trying to find the shortest check–out line, behind people who have just a few packages in their cart? Well, last Tuesday I thought I’d spied that ideal check–out line, because the diminutive Black woman ahead of me had only three pork roasts in her cart.  But when she went to pay for them, she came up short of money to pay for the last package.
“I doṉt know what I’m going to do,” she said to the cashier.  “My husband and I have a little ministry in our neighborhood, preparing food for people we know are having trouble making ends meet.  And since the pork roasts were on sale this week, I thought they’d be perfect.”
Have you ever felt the Holy Spirit tapping you on the shoulder?  I sure felt that nudge in that moment.
“How much are you short?” I asked.  “I’ll pay for that roast.”
Her jaw dropped.  “You will?” she asked.  “Really?  O my Goodness, you’re my angel!”
“No, Ma’am,” I said.  “You and your husband are the angels in your neighborhood.  You two are doing the work.  I’m just playing a small part.”
And I don’t know who was happier, who had the greater joy in that little transaction – her or me.  Because we both were blessed.  We both walked out of that supermarket rejoicing.  And when I got out to the parking lot, there she was, telling her whole family – all waiting in the car for her — “There she is!  There’s my angel!”  And they were all smiling,  all waving to me.  By the grace of God, just for a moment, we had bridged an ethnic divide.  And we were all rejoicing.
That was my Pentecost celebration this week.  And by God’s grace, I trust the Holy Spirit will offer you your own very soon
Amen
 
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