The Day of The Walk For Hunger is My Pentecost
“Jesus said to them again, ‘Peace be with you. As the Father has sent me, so I send you. When he had said this, he breathed on them and said to them, ‘Receive the Holy Spirit.”
The personification of God the Father and Jesus’ known presence on earth makes it relatively easy to relate to these two aspects of our triune God, especially in the early years of our religious development. We tend to emphasize these two elements of the Trinity in our home lives, celebrating Christmas and Easter, in which both the Father and the Son are mentioned over and over again. How many of us have a special feast or other celebration for Pentecost? As a child growing up in Germany, we would have a special cake on Pentecost, but I remember in my early teens not being able to explain that we were celebrating the Holy Spirit. For many years, even into my adult life, the spirit was a mystery to me, and maybe that is part of the Spirit’s elusiveness and beauty.
The Spirit, while a quiet presence, can lead to anything from beautiful touching moments to powerful big bold work. A few times I have felt the presence of the Spirit guiding me, the first time that I knew what was happening was on the day of the Walk for Hunger a few years ago. I was planning on walking with my family, assuming that I did not have to teach Sunday school. We were going to wake up at 6 am, but I woke up at 5 with the shocking realization that I had better check the teaching schedule. I actually was on the schedule to teach that Sunday. Now this doesn’t sound like the Spirit, it sounds more like a phenomenon that happens to many of us every other day.
After sending my husband Marc and my son Max on their way to the walk, the Spirit actively and nearly physically moved me to teach about the Trinity with emphasis on the Spirit. I had the kids draw the three rings that look like a Venn diagram, each representing an aspect of the Trinity, and I can’t recall all the other aspects of the lesson, but I do recall when I was going off course in preparation and a voice telling me that this was not part of the plan. This was the first of a few times that I remember feeling the Spirit move me. In the class, I recall suggesting that for prayer, we stand up, look up, and open our arms wide to heaven. My co-teacher and I truly felt the Spirit dancing between our out reached arms.
Prayer: Holy Spirit, help us to feel your beautiful presence and be vehicles of your desire. Amen