Pentecost Sunday


Today is the day that the Holy Spirit is to descend to each of us, it is Pentecost Sunday . When I think of this descent of the Holy Spirit, I can’t help but think of the event historically simply because it is my nature to ponder the event of the past. I also can’t help but think on that event in contemporary terms, between the Ascension and today most of my thought has been focused on come Holy Spirit. In the first century, those who witnessed the first Pentecost had seen Christ preaching, witnessed the crucifixion and death, clearly documented His resurrection, and proclaimed Christ ascended into heaven. I have no doubts about the historical events easily documented, and I have no doubts about those events that are miraculous mysteries of faith. What I do wonder about is the mindset of those early Christians. I can see them as students during the years of Christ’s ministry. I can see them listening to His gospel, questioning his teachings, and growing in faith. At the passion I can see them at one moment is joyful celebration, and at the next heartbroken and crushed. I can see an extreme range of emotions, from triumph to defeat. The mystery of Christ risen from the tomb can also be understood exactly as they recorded it, and the Ascension is their proclamation of Christ their Lord. Throughout their journey with Christ I can also witness through their doubts and struggles, and proclamations, their prayers. I can hear their prayers change from the prayers of an ancient temple, to the prayers taught to them through Jests their Christ. I can hear their prayers especially after that Ascension for that Holy Spirit to come and guide them. Much of Christ’s teaching to them was about prayer, in both communicating with the Father and calling for that Spirit. Through the week I also have the chance to think of those Saints that also conversed with their God, and called to that Holy Spirit. I especially thought about those martyrs who listened to a Spirit that guided them to martyrdom. Theirs was a particularly intense conversation through that third person of the Trinity. Their lives give meaning to that phrase come holy spirit, the meaning is through the seriousness of their conversation and their need for a reply. The thoughts of those saint martyrs this Pentecost week was intensified through another event of the day, the remembrances of the Normandy invasion on D-day, and all those battles of that war. How many pleaded then, come Holy Spirit. How intense were those conversations between God and man? Pleadings to the Holy Spirit frequently come when people are put into difficult situations, and have to make difficult decisions. These thoughts of the Holy Spirit continued as I read other articles throughout the week. One that occupied a lot of thought was that Irish home for unwed mothers and their babies, the Tuam Home. Newspaper accounts told of horrors of death, malnutrition, abuse, death and the dumping of bodies into a Septic tank. I first read the propaganda accounts that placed blame on the Catholic Church, and then the stories that came to Her defense. I think that home was run by nuns who certainly must have been taught to pray for that Holy Spirit. I also wonder how many of the political players had neglected their prayers. Some prayed for that Holy Spirit to guide them through a difficult time, and others prayed for a way to make a problem go away. I have a difficult time thinking that those women who ran that home did not pray for the best for those under their charge. I am certain they were used to praying through difficult times as those times were certainly difficult. I wonder though how diligent those politicians were for guidance from that paraclete, and I wonder about the intensity of the prayers of those people that dumped their families into those homes. In short, I wonder about those prayers from people like me. Come Holy Spirit. Perhaps I should truly pray for that spirit to descend upon me to guide me and help me to understand all that happens around me. Perhaps my prayers should have the intensity of those in the upper room, or the battle field, or those struggling both for their lives and the lives of others. Come Holy Spirit, God knows I need you.

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