Pentecost Noise 

 This past Sunday was Pentecost, the birthday of the church. We recall how those first disciples were locked away in an Upper Room; afraid. Suddenly, the room was filled with noise and the disciples encountered the spirit in those ancient symbols of God of wind and fire. (Acts 2:1-21) 

 The dsiciple’s fear evaporated and they were inspired and enthused. They left that Upper Room and took their faith to where it properly belonged. They went into the streets and among the people. They were so enthusiastic that people thought they were drunk. And in a manner of speaking they were. Their experience of the spirit and their encounters with the Risen Jesus empowered them so that they took the name Christian and they began to share a mission and message that changed the world.

In our Cathedral, Pentecost Sunday was also the Sunday when we celebrated the children and young people who worship in our community. What a joy and what a wonderful example our worshipping children are to us adults of what it means to be energetic and enthusiastic about their faith. 

There are so many positive memories of that service that reveal to me how blessed we are as a community. I still have visions of our youngest children running up the aisle to hear the children’s story. I think of our readers, one about to graduate from High School this year, still coming faithfully to take his turn as a Server. The other, who worked dilligently on his pronounciation of Pathians, Elamites, Mesopotamia, Cappadocia, Phyrgia and Pamphylia. Imagine all he wanted was a reading with no difficult words.

I think of the young man who cantored the Psalm with his Dad and then played beautiful communion music as an accomplished musician. I remembered the anthem by two beautiful sisters, one a teenager and the other so short that only her pigtails could be seen behind the lectern, but with a voice so clear and beautiful that it hardly seemed it could belong to one so young. I think of the little boy who comes every Sunday in the arms of his parents and who is our most enthusiastic communcant, reaching out to receive the body of Christ and then grinning beause he values so greatly being included.

All week I have heard the children’s thoughtful comment at the story time and their giggling, joking and plotting together at coffee hour. How lucky I was at the door to have a little 4-year old tell me about her dance recital coming up later in the day. This is all proof that the spirit is in the church until God’s kingdom, the kingdom that is and will be, comes. The Spiirt is indeed resting on the church.

She comes sailing on the wind, her wings flashing in the sun,

On a journey just begun, she flies on.

And in the passage of her flight, her song rings out through the night,

full of laughter, full of light, she sails on.