This weekend we celebrate Trinity Sunday on the liturgical calendar. The Sunday we celebrate the mystery and wonder of God in three persons. This follows right after Pentecost Sunday when the Holy Spirit is poured out on all people.
I have always felt like I understood Jesus. Once I knew you could have a relationship with the Son of God, I was in! Father God was harder because of my relationship with my dad who was a perfectionist and performer and I felt like God the Father was like that too. Expecting me to be perfect and perform just right. Thanks to lots of good therapy and learning more about the Father Jesus knew, I too learned to embrace Abba God. The Holy Spirit was the silent member of the Trinity in my childhood.
I grew up in a church where the Holy Spirit was the Holy Ghost of the Trinity. You never heard about or saw the Holy Spirit.. Then I went to college and was in a small group with lots of older students who alll had been baptized in the Holy Spirit and all believed in the gifts of the Spirit for today. Wow! My worldview was changed. But, not speaking in tongues myself meant that I wondered for a long while what was wrong with me and why I hadn’t had this experience? I prayed and prayed and pondered and pondered. Eventually I encountered the power and presence of the Spirit in the form of tongues. I even worked for a denomination that wanted you to confess that you believed that speaking in tongues was THE sign you’d been filled with the Spirit. Well, I signed it but I didn’t believe it. I know that we are all filled with God’s Spirit! God breathes God’s spirit into each of us! When we receive Jesus we start to notice this in a powerful way. And I know that for me there have been seasons when I have felt closer or more in touch with the power of the Holy Spirit than other times.
I need to be reminded of the power and mystery of the Trinity of God! And the relationship, the community of the Trinity!
We are not alone, ever! We are in the presence of God, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.
We are invited daily, hourly into that loving relationship!
We are invited to sit at the table and have a good cup of tea/coffee or a great glass of wine with the creator of the universe, the loving son and beautiful Spirit.

TRINITY Scott Erickson
What would it be like for you to sit down at this table today? To sit in relationship, in community, in the great love of God in three persons?
Which person of the Trinity do you need some healing with right now? Talk and pray about this with God, Father, Son and Holy Spirit.
Imagine the scene. Sit down with a cup of tea, wine, or coffee and receive the love of God today.
Drink in this love. Breathe in the healing power of the Spirit. Open your heart to a newness in this season of Pentecost.

Crow Trinity
“The law of God was written in stone, the incarnation of God was written in flesh, the movement of God was written in spirit. God isn’t content to live around you, God’s desire is to live in you! “ AJ Sherrill
“The Mystery of God as Trinity invites us into a dynamism, a flow, a relationship, a waterwheel of love. The Mystery says God is a verb much more than a noun. God as Trinity invites us into a participatory experience.” Richard Rohr
“Mystery doesn’t mean something you cannot understand. Mystery means something you can endlessly understand. You never can say ‘ I got it! “ There is always more, always more. True of any talk about the Holy Spirit.” RICHARD ROHR

John Giuliani Lakota Trinity w Red Winged Hawk
God be with you in every pass
Jesus be with you on every hill,
Spirit be with you in every stream,
Headland and ridge and moor.
Each sea and land, each path and meadow
Each lying down each rising up.
In the trough of the waves,
On the crest of the billows
Each step of the journey thou goest.
Gaelic Traditional Prayer
At present, as a mailing from Christine recently reminded us, we are in a season of ‘ordinary
time’. It is curious, isn’t it, how a phrase can start us on a train of thought and reflection in
which God can speak to us and challenge us? This simple phrase did that for me.
Here in the UK, it is exam season, and I have a part-time job as an invigilator, overseeing
exams in a secondary school for 11–18-year-olds. This is a surprisingly complex task with
several procedures to be carefully followed and with pupils who have, inevitably, varying
levels of engagement. It is also unexpectedly physically hard work, spending several hours at
a time on our feet walking up and down various rooms, some of which are quite humid and
uncomfortable at this time of year.
It would have been easy to simply grit my teeth, be grateful for the extra income, and wait
for the time to pass. In all honesty, at the start that was exactly what I did do. However,
thinking about ordinary time gave me another perspective. How could this task, so
mundane in some ways, be a way in which God reaches out with his hospitality?
Invigilation is not a role where you have contact with the young people, other than a smile
as they enter, checking IDs and collecting papers. Yet as I reflected, I realised even here
there is an opportunity to bless. Each session I invigilate, I find myself drawn to one or two
of the young people with an inner nudge to pray for them in silence as I continue my task. I
suspect many of them have no-one who ever prays for them. It feels an enormous privilege.
In addition, I remind myself regularly, through aching feet, that because the Spirit of Jesus
lives inside me, as in all believers, I take his presence, his fragrance, into every room in
which I work, and into every conversation with fellow invigilators.
There is nothing special about me. What is true of me is true of us all. Every one of our
mundane tasks in infused with the possibility for the Spirit of Jesus to be at work through us.
What an adventure that makes our everyday tasks!
Each Monday I write a blessing on my writing page on Facebook (Finding Our Voice, Held In
Your Bottle, Heroes or Villains). This was the first one I wrote, and it seems appropriate to
end the blog with it. The picture accompanying the blog, lest you be wondering what the
connection could possibly be, is a female mallard I saw in the sunshine yesterday. They are
often seen as very ordinary, even plain birds. Yet the ordinary can truly be beautiful.
God of the everyday
Thank you that you
Make no divide
Between ordinary
And extraordinary
May we be blessed
To see you in the mundane
And ordinary tasks
Which you have gifted us this day
Doesn’t it seem strange that Easter is a season of 50 days, Christmas of 12 and Pentecost, celebrating the birth of the church only gets one day? The weeks on the liturgical calendar from now until the beginning of Advent are labelled “after Pentecost.
Ordinary time sounds so drab doesn’t it? However it helps to realize that “Ordinary” does not mean boring or mundane. The origin of the name Ordinary Time comes from the Latin word ordinalis, which means “numbered.” This is the season that is not named for a major feast. The weeks are numbered instead. It is meant to be the season when we are God’s people focus on our work out into the world. This is the time for mission, for compassion, for caring and sharing. This is the season when we show ourselves as the people of God with the values of peace and justice and love that are the hallmark of God’s kingdom.
Being the liturgical rebel that I am, I don’t like the idea of numbers so I give the months different names instead. A growing number of churches call the season from September 1st until St Francis Day (October 4th) Creation Time. After that I like to add a gratitude season from Canadian Thanksgiving ( second Monday of October) until American Thanksgiving (4th Thursday of November) However that leaves a gap between now and September 1st. For me personally June through August is the hospitality season. I also like to add pilgrimage to that, though it is more like a moveable feast depending on what else is on the calendar. I increasingly appreciate the U.S. observances of Womens’ History month, African American History month and now Asian American and Pacific Islander Heritage Month and Gay Pride Month. Part of what I like about this is that it gives me a framework for spiritual practices that open my eyes to the diverse expressions of God’s presence in our world, strengthen my faith and equip me to go out into God’s world seeking for justice, showing love and sharing generously. What practices best prepare you for hospitality or pilgrimage? How do you practice gratitude? What about your concern for creation? I encourage you too, to name the coming months in ways that help you focus your spiritual practices so that you are fully equipped to engage in God’s world.
In yesterday’s Meditation Monday: Pentecost Has Come: I said: “One of the keys for me has been sitting down with people from other cultures and listening intently to what they say, then being prepared to change. My perspectives were disrupted by Native American and African American friends who have challenged me in life changing ways. My LBGTQIA friends educate me about the cultures of sexual orientation and how I need to change to accept them.
I see the story of Pentecost and this season beyond Pentecost as a time to view the world differently. I love the diversity of our Godspace authors who challenge us with fresh perspectives that stretch and reshape our faith. Lilly Lewin’s Freerange Friday: Go Back and Wait, written from Nashville, gives a very different look at Pentecost. I love her breath prayer suggestions for this celebration. Australian writer Rodney Marsh in his post Receive asks if we are takers or receivers, an important distinction to reflect on. James Amadon, writing from Washington state U.S. encourages us to look from altars in the world that fill us with awe and connect us to the “More” that lies within, behind, and beyond all things. Carol Dixon writing from the north of England fills us with the delight of her poetry about Ascension and Pentecost. Megan Bollen from Colorado provocatively writes about the Eco-Spiritual Practice of Picking Up Trash
Next Sunday is Trinity Sunday when we celebrate the triune nature of God. I talked about this last week, and reminded us of how important this was for Celtic Christians who embraced the Trinity as a family, and each human family unit (be it family, clan or tribe) was seen as an icon of the Trinity. Many of the Celtic prayers reflect this trinitarian nature.
I also mentioned that last year I walked around my garden photographing all the red flowers, to give me an extra boost of pentecostal fire. I then looked for tripartite flowers and leaves as symbols of the Trinity. I documented this in last year’s post Celebrating the Trinity Using Flowers. This reminder was all I needed to get out and do the practice again. I particularly love looking for tripartite leaves and flowers. The reminder that we are surrounded by so much that reflects the triune nature of God is an awesome and wonderful inspiration for all of us.
You may have noticed that I am once more trying to end these letters with a poem. This week’s is a little different as it was written to remind me that not all the ideas and thoughts that flit through my mind are meant to be shared. Sometimes they are like intimate love messages between my God and myself.
Sometimes words,
Flit through my mind,
Like the blowing wind,
Then pass beyond my grasp,
Leaving a fleeting moment
Of deep serenity,
A glow of God’s embracing love.
These words are not for sharing.
They touch my soul,
With an intimate caress
Like a kiss,
Of divine light and love.
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By Jenny Gehman
reprinted with permission from Anabaptist World magazine
It was during my recent weeping years, as I’ve come to call them, that God
introduced himself to me in a new way.
Raised in the Methodist tradition, I first learned of God as Father, Son and
Holy Ghost. In prayer one day, much to my surprise and delight, God revealed
himself as Father, Son and Holy Host. In doing so, he spoke my language,
captured my attention and healed my aching soul.
My husband and I have made hospitality the heartbeat of our marriage as
we’ve opened our home to throw parties, host internationals and have others
live with us.
In fact, for the first 31 years of our marriage, we lived alone as a nuclear
family for only a handful of months. We are well-seasoned hosts.
So imagine my surprise when, after a lifetime of offering hospitality, God
introduced himself to me as a Host — the Host revealed throughout all of
Scripture.
How had I not seen this before?
God, the Holy Host. The Host who waits for and longs for us, who runs to
gather us up in his goodness.
The Father, Son and Holy Host who feeds us till we want no more.
God, the Welcoming One at whose table and in whose presence we are
healed.
During the previously mentioned weeping years, my husband and I lost
parents, jobs, finances, communities, plans, dreams, hopes and health. We
went from being hosts to being hosted. Hosted by a new community of faith.
Hosted by generous strangers.
But mostly, hosted by God himself.
During this time, I had a front-row seat to the healing that is central to
hospitality. The word itself shares a Latin root with that of hospital, and I can
now testify that it also shares its definition of offering a place and space where
strangers who suffer can come and be cared for.
Throughout my life, I’ve looked to the parable of the Good Samaritan as an
example of this kind of healing hospitality. However, I’ve incorrectly cast
myself as the Samaritan, and my neighbors as the wounded. Sometimes this
may be true, but mostly it is not.
I’m not the center of the story. In fact, these weeping years have found me
playing the role of the beaten traveler. A role for which I certainly never
auditioned but am, perhaps, more perfectly suited.
The truth is, I don’t want to be the traveler. My preferred role is the healer, the
helper, the hero, the host. Like many of us, I’m more comfortable in the
position of the giver. But that role belongs to one much more worthy than me.
I believe the Samaritan of Jesus’ parable to be none other than Jesus himself.
I met him one day on the dusty road with my wounds spilling out. He bent
down low, scooped me up and whispered his name in my ear: Father, Son
and Holy Host.
The weeping years have been worth their weight in gold, for they have carried
me to the hospital that is God. To the place and space where strangers who
suffer can come to be cared for. It is here that I was introduced to our Holy
Host. Here, I was healed.
In the parable of the Good Samaritan, Jesus instructs us to love our neighbors
as ourselves. But in John 15:12 he also instructs us to love them the way
we’ve been loved by him.
So, friend, may you be loved by him. This is my grandest prayer.
May the Holy Host introduce himself to you and bring you to his table. May
you know the bending, tending and mending of God. Then may you, like him,
stop, stoop and step in close to aid fellow travelers along the way.
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Yesterday was Pentecost Sunday, and those of us that remembered were dressed in red!
Pentecost Sunday is about far more than wearing a splash or red to church. For some it is about celebrating the birth of the church, for others its about the infilling of the Holy Spirit, and for still others it is about praying for peace, but for me it is an invitation to see the world differently.
Preparing for Pentecost brings back wonderful memories of a gathering Tom and I attended in England several years ago. It was the 200th anniversary of the British Bible Society and we joined 2,000 others in the magnificent St Paul’s cathedral for an inspiring celebration.
At the beginning Genesis 11:1-9 was read while a group of liturgical dancers all dressed in black swirled around the stage, reenacting the story of the Tower of Babel. They ended by dancing out through the congregation in different directions symbolizing the dispersal of the people. About half way through the service Archbishop Rowan Williams read out the Lord’s prayer, first in English and then in Welsh. It was very moving. The service ended with the reading of Acts 2:1-11. The dancers, now dressed in white returned to the stage in a joyous dance of reconciliation, and renewed understanding.
It was particularly impacting because just a few weeks before that I had met a Welsh theologian, Dewi Hughes who struggled with the traditional interpretation of the Babel story. He was very aware that the English had tried to annihilate his culture and language by forbidding Welsh speaking and celebrations. He believed that it was God’s intention for human kind to spread out throughout the whole earth carrying their ethnic diversity into all the corners of our world and enriching it with the plethora of languages and cultures that God created.
Dewi believed the building of the Tower of Babel interrupted the story of the scattering of humanity. He saw its building as the first proclamation of empire in human history with, in this case, one city seeking to dominate the rest of humanity and keep people from moving apart from each other and filling the earth as God intended. Seeing that a united humanity with one language would have an endless capacity for rebellion, God confused their language, thus hindering their ability to communicate freely and to cooperate with each other in opposition to God’s will.
The final outcome was precisely what God originally intended for the human race, that is, for the whole earth to be filled with people of ethnic diversity.
I don’t think we realize what an incredible miracle Pentecost was. People didn’t come together as a homogenous mass that spoke the same language and expressed the same culture wanting to dominate those around them. Each person understood the other in their own language and culture. The diversity God desired was preserved. Collaboration was once more possible. I think in today’s world we can appreciate that this is not just about acceptance of ethnic diversity. It is about acceptance of all the different cultures of sexual orientation, as well as those of different age groups, disabilities and marginalized communities. It is about seeking to understand and accept other faiths and other perspectives within the Christian faith too. It is accepting that creation too has a voice that needs to be heard and understood.
Wow that’s a big order, that stretches all of us well beyond our comfort zones if we take it seriously. It will indeed take a miracle to accomplish, a miracle that requires us to see the story of God and the people that fill our world, differently.
When I was writing my book The Gift of Wonder someone sent me a link to a delightful video in which a kid is paired with a friend and asked “What makes you different from each other” Their answers are completely different from what any adult might say. To our adult eyes each kid is very different from their friend. Some are Caucasian, some Asian, some Afro-Caribbean. Some in wheelchairs. Their replies have nothing to do with wheelchairs, or race however. “She never stops talking! Says one white boy of his Asian friend. “I have smaller toes than Artie says another athletic child of her wheel-chair bound companion.The best of all is two little boys the video cuts back and forth to. One is Indian, the other Caucasian, though they are in matching school uniforms. They look at each other in puzzlement, unable to observe any differences. Finally with many sighs they decide they like different games.
Jesus saw people differently too, maybe because he never lost his childlike eyes. He ate with tax collectors and prostitutes as well as synagogue leaders. And he didn’t just heal on the Sabbath but he touched outcasts and unclean women in the process. He even healed gentiles. Talk about different.
I think that some of this ability to look at life differently brushed off on Jesus disciples, otherwise I am not sure that they would have coped with the amazing and miraculous gathering of Pentecost and their ability to suddenly understand, appreciate and therefore collaborate with all the cultures gathered together.
Do we really get the message? Or do we still look at those who are different with the spirit of Babel and want to control them?
It’s not easy to accept and appreciate other cultures. Growing up in Australia with one Scottish and one Greek parent, I was often confused by the acceptance or lack there of I experienced. It was a little like My Big Fat Greek wedding only more so. The Greeks were noisier and the Scots were quieter. Yet behind it all there was the Australian cultural dynamic. In the 1960s Scottish was good, Greek was bad. So I hid my Greek identity. It was not until I was in my 30s and visited Greece that I learned to appreciate this rich culture which is so much a part of who I am.
During my 12 years working as a physician on board the mercy ship Anastasis my cross cultural understanding was stretched out of shape again and I saw how easily we move towards the tower of Babel model rather than the Pentecost one.
Sometimes we would have 20 different nationalities on our medical team and it is amazing what we found to argue about and try to assert our authority over. How strong do we make the coffee? Do we stop for coffee break? Do we read temperature in centigrade or Fahrenheit? All of these created major conflict, making me realize what a miracle it was that we were ever able to work together in any sort of collaborative way. Only by the power of the Holy Spirit.
Now as an Australian living in the U.S. I am still very aware of the challenges of being from another culture. I have had to change my language, my diet and even the way I dress. My love of Vegemite fills most Americans with horror. G”yday mate how’d ya be” gets me blank stares. And calling someone “a silly galah” makes them think I’m bonkers.
The great British theologian, missionary and author Lesslie Newbigin said “The fact that Jesus is much more than, much great than our culture bound vision of him can only come home to us through the witness of those who see him through other eyes.” We need cultural diversity to fully understand who Jesus is, but how do we get beyond our culture bound vision of Jesus and of those who inhabit our world? How do we learn to collaborate with those who are different?
Only with a miracle and that miracle is the coming of the “Advocate that will be with us forever” that Jesus promises. The Spirit of God that sweeps through that diverse gathering at Pentecost and makes it possible for them to collaborate and communicate across their diversity of cultures.
I wonder however if part of God’s intention we still don’t do well at is taking that new found spirit of understanding and collaboration between cultures manifested at Pentecost and scattering it out across all the cultures of the world. My Indian friends still resent the fact that Paul’s journeys around the Mediterranean made it into the New Testament but Thomas’s to India didn’t. Chinese friends grieve that the early spread of the gospel into China is almost entirely unknown. And of course we are all well aware of the cultural tensions and misunderstandings that exist throughout our world today.
It’s hard but the Spirit still calls us to work for understanding and I think we need a fresh “Pentecost” in every generation.
One of the keys for me has been sitting down with people from other cultures and listening intently to what they say, then being prepared to change. My perspectives were disrupted by Native American and African American friends who have challenged me in life changing ways. My LBGTQIA friends educate me about the cultures of sexual orientation and how I need to change to accept them.
I still remember sitting in a tee-pee with Native American evangelist Richard Twiss not long before he died. I was the only white person in the circle. The others were leaders from African American, Asian and Native American backgrounds all frustrated because white people invited them to speak at their conferences but never really wanted their input on how to plan the event. I still grapple with his words: “We don’t want to come and sit at your table. We want to sit down and build a new table together.”
African American leader Leroy Barber made me aware of how white my images of Jesus are and the Interfaith gatherings we have held here at the church make us all aware of how we need to move across barriers to understand the cultures of other faiths.
There are however things that we can do to make us receptive to the building of that new table, just as Jesus actions made his disciples receptive to the “new table that Pentecost built in their midst.
Here are a few things I encourage you to do:
Diversify your images of Jesus. I deliberately look for African, Asian, and Native American images of Jesus to enrich my understanding of him. I particularly love those by Chinese artist He Qi and the African group Jesus Mafa from the Cameroons. Mafa Christians in North Cameroon wanted pictures of the gospel in their own culture. They acted out Bible stories in their villages photographed them and enlisted French artists to create sketches. The resulting images are probably closer to what Jesus culture looked like than anything Western artists produce.
Some of the most powerful cross cultural Gospel paintings I have seen were created to help us understand Jesus journey to the cross from different perspectives. Gwyneth Leech used refugees from Iraq and the Sudan as spectators in her paintings and Karel Stadnik in Prague uses contemporary images of human suffering to make the journey of Jesus more real.
Second, diversify your music. Listen to gospel music from other cultures. This helps all of us shape new joy filled images of God’s worldwide community and opens us to collaboration.
Diversify your traditions. One simple way to explore other culture is to ask your friends about the traditions they grew up with. I would love to see our church host a multicultural Pentecost feast, maybe a potluck, where we could all share about our cultures of origin. I am sure it would bring new appreciation for who we are and the wealth of diversity that is here in our midst.
The coming of the spirit at Pentecost, that Advocate that Jesus promises in our gospel reading, was a miracle that makes it possible for all of us to understand each other and collaborate together just as those gathered at Pentecost did. May we continue to allow the spirit to draw us together not so that we become one big homogenous mass, but so that we continue to seek to build a new table together based on understanding and collaboration across ethnic differences.
So let us end with a prayer adapted from my book The Gift of Wonder
Let us go forth today,
In the joy of our Creator,
In the love of our Redeemer,
In the wisdom of our Advocate,
In the company of family
From every tribe and nation and culture.
Let us go forth today,
United in the Sacred Three,
In the image of the Holy One,
Made in diversity,
Desiring understanding,
Proclaiming with enthusiasm
All people matter,
We care,
God loves
All lives are extraordinary.
Amen
by Rodney Marsh
Today we celebrate the Day of Pentecost – the last of the three great feasts of the Christian year – Love came to dwell among us (Christmas); We killed Love, but Love remains (Easter); Love is birthed in us (Pentecost). Today we find ourselves with Jesus’ friends hiding in fear, locked away in a secluded room. Jesus appears and offers peace, gives a task (“I send you, as I was sent”) and ‘breathes on them/us and says, “Receive the Holy Spirit”’ (John 20:22). Jesus here offers three pentecostal gifts: freedom from fear, a mission and his presence. I say ‘offers’ because these gifts came, and still come, with a command: “Receive”. God is a Giver who loves to give. That’s obvious – just look at the natural world around us. But to become the GiverGod she is, God needs Receivers. Are you a Receiver or just a Taker? A Taker grabs and holds a ‘gift’, ignores the Giver, and turns the gift into a possession. The Giver now has no relationship to the gift or the taker. God goes on giving but has not become the GiverGod he is. So, when Jesus offers his pentecostal gifts they come with a request addressed to each one of us: ‘Receive’. To receive we must be open. That is all it takes – simple openness. Our senses (hearing, seeing, tasting, touching) need openness to receive to be effective – and we need an openness of heart to live. We don’t do anything except be open to receive when we see a wren hopping, or hear a magpie warbling, or bite into a fresh apple or feel the joy of a loving hug, but we do need to be open to see, hear, taste and feel these things. So open your heart today and “Receive the Holy Spirit”. Only you yourself, can open your own heart to ‘receive the Holy Spirit’.
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This Sunday, we celebrate the birthday of the Church, Pentecost. The day that the gift promised by Jesus fell upon his followers gathered in the upper room. They had returned to Jerusalem to wait and pray.
So they went back to Jerusalem. Those Followers who watched Jesus ascend into the clouds.
They actually listened to Jesus and his command.
They went back to Jerusalem.
They went back to that upper room that was so special, so sacred and so familiar and normal.
But they had to wait…
They had to receive …
They returned to their friends and shared the story
They waited and they prayed.
All before they could go out again and share the Light .
All before they could go make disciples around the globe.
Jesus is telling us there’s so much more…
We just need to wait and see!
We don’t need to run ahead of Him!
Instead, we need to wait on Him.
We need to seek Jesus in prayer, in the scripture, in silence and solitude and we need to experience Him in nature.
And we need to receive his gift of the Holy Spirit so our cups, our lives, can be filled
And then we can pour out his love to those around us!
Take time to wait today.
Take time to allow the wind of the Spirit to refill you.
Get outside and stand in the wind and imagine the power of God flowing through you and over you!
Pause, Breathe, Be Still, Be Filled!
Use this breath prayer to help you pause.
Use this breath prayer to help you receive the Holy Spirit.
Pray this Breath Prayer:
(sit down somewhere comfortable and relax your muscles.
Take a few deep breaths, roll your shoulders and relax your neck and breathe)
Breathe in God’s Peace
Exhale your fear
Breathe in God’s Spirit
Exhale conflict
Breathe in God’s Peace
Exhale confusion
Breathe in God’s Spirit
Exhale unforgiveness for others
Breathe in God’s Peace
Exhale unforgiveness for yourself
Breathe in God’s Spirit
Allow The Spirit to fill you with new life, new mission and
New hope for the days to come.
Breathe deeply and allow God’s Spirit to fill you.
Breathe, Rest. Be with God.
So I will go back to Jerusalem.
I will Wait and Receive….The Helper, The Advocate, The Counselor, The Teacher, The Power that is the Spirit of God.
You might need to talk to Jesus today about what you are waiting for and how you feel about waiting. We aren’t good at it usually. We get impatient and want to run ahead. We want to fix the problem or just have it go away. As you prepare to celebrate the season of Pentecost. Take time to wait with Jesus. Take time to notice the wind. Take time to receive new gifts from the Holy Spirit. Don’t be afraid to wait on the Gift!
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