Sermon:
Psalm 33, Ezekiel 11:14-21, 1 Corinthians 12:4-13, John 14:8-23

Hearing the still, small voice

Today we note two birthdays, both of them mentioned in the bulletin. One birthday belongs to Emile M---, who is Donna Y---’s father. The other birthday isn’t mentioned with that term – birthday – but it is a birthday nevertheless and has often been referred to with that label. It is the birthday of the Church, when on the day of Pentecost – as Jesus had promised – the Holy Spirit descended from heaven and indwelt the disciples gathered in Jerusalem. And, from that moment, the preaching of the good news began in earnest, and, as St. Luke put it in the book of Acts, “the Lord added to the Church those who were to be saved.”

There is something profoundly fitting that the member of the Holy Trinity who is responsible for the generation of the body of our Lord in the womb of the Virgin Mary is also the one who generates the body of our Lord in the world, that body known as the Church. It is also typical of the Holy Spirit – that our knowledge of Him is almost exclusively tied to a knowledge of the things which he does. In the creed, he is the giver of life, he speaks through the Prophets, he is the one who baptizes us into Christ, thus forming and expanding the One Holy, Catholic, and Apostolic Church, he effects forgiveness of our sins, and as He was instrumental in raising Jesus Christ from the dead, so he will also one day call each of us from the grave into everlasting life in a body like our Lord’s.

It is no wonder, then, that the Holy Spirit Himself has posed something of a puzzle for Christians down through the ages. This week, I happened upon a testimony about life with the Holy Spirit written by Frederica Mathews-Greene for Beliefnet, an web site for Christians [“From Clapping Hands to Still Small Voice” Her testimony crystallizes this Holy puzzle quite nicely. Let me quote, first of all, from her earliest understandings of the Holy Spirit: [http://www.beliefnet.com/story/166/story_16665_1.html].

“When I was a kid, I had no clear idea of what the Holy Ghost was for. He seemed boring and dowdy, a leftover appendage to the Trinity. Maybe it was because the Holy Ghost was described as the Love between the Father and Son. Love is great, but it isn’t a Person. The Father and Son came first, united and powerful, and then the Holy Ghost dawdled after, “proceeding” (whatever that means) from both, as if he were an afterthought. Pretty ghostly. I went to my Catholic Confirmation at the age of 12 prepared to receive this vague presence, feeling tensely expectant and – nothing happened. Bummer.”

This pretty well sums up MY earliest Christian remembrances of the Holy Spirit. Except my cradle faith was Southern Baptist, not Roman Catholic. So I even lost out on that “tensely expectant feeling prior to confirmation.” For me, the Holy Ghost was more ghostly than the ghosts in the ghost stories my friends and I would tell each