
Today we will begin our Ignatian Silent Retreat. It will be a fast from words (only talking will be with our Spiritual Director) and all Social Media… as I look to this time, the following words bubbled up within my heart…
Be Still and Know
Be Still
Be
Breathe

The sun has set and the Vesper Lights flicker and glow
A long day of worship and meetings
Yet in the midst of it all
Your Spirit blew, Lord
Your Spirit renewed, Lord
Your Spirit challenged, Lord
Pentecost challenges to our daily living
Tonight as we prepare for travel
Tonight as we prepare for a Silent Retreat
Tonight as my eyelids grow heavy
I lift this humble prayer to you
Dona Nobis Pacem
Grant Us Peace
A wee prayer from the heart of your Padre…
If you look closely on the Elk’s shoulders, there is a hitchhiker who earns its way by de-bugging the Elk!
Scripture Reading – Acts 2:1-21
Sermon – Alive in God’s Playground!

The sun has set and the Vesper Lights flicker and glow
It was a day of laughter
It was a day of reflection
It was a day to simply Be Still
It was a day to Breathe
As I prepared for Pentecost Sunday
My wish
My hope
My prayer
Is that the Spirit will blow mightily
That lives will be challenged and shaped
That we will move outside of our comfort zones
That we will allow Her to move freely in our lives
That we will break down barriers
That we will be your people, O God
That we will share your love
Your Mercy
Your Justice
That we will walk Humbly with you
That we will create a bigger Table
That we will be welcoming and inviting
That we will be instruments of your peace
Lord, on this eve of Pentecost, hear this humble prayer
Dona Nobis Pacem
Grant Us Peace
A wee prayer from the heart of your Padre…

On this rock sticking out into the Chippewa River in Eau Claire, Wisconsin in October of 1980, I heard the gentle whisper and felt the nudging of the Holy Spirit inviting me to embark on a journey of faith and calling as a Chaplain and Pastor. On this Pentecost Sunday, my prayer for Presbyterian Community Church of the Rockies is that we may be open to the whisper and the nudging of the Spirit as we seek to be the hands and feet of Christ in Estes Park and beyond.
My experience of Pentecost through the years has run quite a gamut. In some Chapel settings they had balloons and cake or cupcakes to celebrate the birthday of the church. In another Chapel setting I had two men (one was the lay leader of the Charismatic Service on base) try to “teach” me how to speak in tongues! Of course some may joke that as a Presbyterian, Pentecost would be too scary since it is certainly not the staid Presbyterian way!
Just what was Pentecost? It was originally a Jewish major Festival Shavuoth which means Weeks (seven weeks after Passover), also the Festival of the Grains, and also the commemoration of the giving of the Law (Torah) to Moses by God. That was why the Jews had gathered in Jerusalem and where the disciples found themselves seven weeks after the Resurrection of Jesus.
Jews from around the known world had gathered in their Spiritual Home for this major festival. Because they had come from all over, the sound of the various languages being spoken would have sounded like a mighty river flowing. It would also remind them of the days after the fall of the Tower of Babel when the one language of all was divided into many languages and confusion/division resulted.
They had just selected Matthias to replace Judas by casting lots. I find that ironic since the Roman soldiers had cast lots to see who would get to keep the robe which had been placed upon Jesus following his torture at the hands of the Empire. In this case, however, the casting of lots, preceded by prayer, had a positive result. So, the disciples, now called Apostles, found themselves in one place on the Festival of Shavuoth. They had to be asking “What’s next, Lord?” What followed must have been amazing and confusing to the Apostles and to the people they spoke to.
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. (Acts 2:2-4)
Unlike the experience of Elijah (1 Kings 19:11-12) where God did not speak through the rush of a violent or mighty wind, God’s Spirit was indeed speaking to the Apostles and those gathered to hear them through the rush of a violent wind! As I put myself into the shoes of the Apostles and stand there in that place (in good Ignatian fashion) I find myself confused and afraid. Holy Smokes, what is going on?! The crowd thinks we are drunk and only because I know that we haven’t had a drop (especially at 9 am) I don’t believe them!
Thankfully, Peter stands up to speak. And what he spoke of can only have come from the Spirit of God. After saying that we weren’t drunk, he then shared with the crowd the familiar vision of 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. (Acts 2:17-18)
God’s Spirit will be poured out on all of Israel’s sons and daughters. The wisdom of the Elders and the vision of the youth shall come together in one voice! The hopes and the dreams of God’s children will come together as one. Wow!
If you put aside the apocalyptic description in Joel (didn’t Jesus tell them that only God knows the day and the hour of his Second Coming?), I believe that we have the challenge for God’s people in first century Palestine and for us today.
What was the common vision of the Prophets from God for the people? That all may be one. That Justice, Mercy, Kindness, and a Humble Spirit might prevail. That the widows and orphans might be cared for instead of being cast into the streets. It was a call to a new way of thinking and living! It wasn’t to be business as usual anymore!
Instead of cupcakes, meals, and simply talking the same old talk, I believe that God is calling us to take a risk and do something new. For the church that is scared that things aren’t the way they used to be, the Spirit is calling us to something new.
The Spirit is calling us to think outside of the box so to speak. The twelve Apostles were sent out to proclaim the Good News of God’s love which breaks down barriers. I believe that we are called to stop worshipping our buildings and our past.
We are, in the words of Captain Kirk in Star Trek, called to boldly go where no one has gone before. But we will go forth boldly with the blessing of God and the constant presence of the Holy Spirit.
Dear reader, do we have the courage to do just that? To think outside of the box? To share the love of God in new and perhaps unconventional ways? Will you join me?

Silence
is not
the
mere absence
of noise
but the
awareness
of the
Word
that thunders
in
the void.
Stillness
is not
the
mere absence
of movement
but the
awareness
of the
Fire
from which
all that is
arises.
Peace
is not
the mere absence
of conflict
but the
awareness
of the
One
who is.
Be Silent.
Be Still.
Be Peace.
Be
and
you will
know.
Written by a fellow blogger and Christ Follower
Brother Richard Hendrick, OFM Cap
Priest-Friar of the Irish branch of the Capuchin Franciscan Order
The picture is one I received in the Rocky Mountain National Park. This little Pika seemed to be reflecting in its own Monastic Cell ❤️❤️
A beautiful Sonnet for Pentecost! Thank you, Malcolm ❤️
A Pentecost Banner at St. Michael ‘s Bartley Green
Here, once more is my sonnet for Pentecost, posted on the eve of the feast in case anyone wants to use it in Church tomorrow.
Drawn from ‘Sounding the Seasons’, my cycle of sonnets for the Church Year, this is a sonnet reflecting on and celebrating the themes and readings of Pentecost. Throughout the cycle, and more widely, I have been reflecting on the traditional ‘four elements’ of earth, air, water and fire. I have been considering how each of them expresses and embodies different aspects of the Gospel and of God’s goodness, as though the four elements were, in their own way, another four evangelists. In that context I was very struck by the way Scripture expresses the presence of the Holy Spirit through the three most dynamic of the four elements, the air, ( a mighty rushing wind, but…
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Breathe in Life
Breathe out Worry
Breathe in Hope
Breathe out Despair
Breathe in Joy
Breathe out Sorrow
Breathe in
Breathe out
Breathe
Be Still
Be
We were out for a walk and as we passed by an open area, these little ones caught my eye. This pile of rambunctious wee Wyoming Ground Squirrels made us smile and laugh.

The sun has set and the Vesper Lights flicker and glow
A busy day
Yet also time to simply Be Still
Lots going on
Yet time to enjoy Creation
A time of rest
Time spent with my sweetheart
Thankful for your many blessings, Lord
Now as my eyelids grow heavy
I lift this humble prayer to you
Dona Nobis Pacem
Grant Us Peace
A wee prayer from the heart of your Padre…
A powerful and personal story from Bishop Jake Owensby… we must never forget!
“This is where your mother would have been forced to stand when she first passed through the camp gates. It’s called the Wailing Wall.”
Rupert is on staff at what was once Mauthausen Concentration Camp. The granite walls, the imposing guard towers, the barracks, the gas chamber, and the ovens now stand as a memorial dedicated to those who suffered and died in that ghastly place….
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