The Spirit Empowers us and Speaks to
us in the ordinary events of daily life
We have been
preparing during the past few weeks for the feast of Pentecost. The time when
the Holy Spirit came to the Mother of God and Jesus’ Disciples in the upper
room. ‘They (the Christian Community) all joined
together constantly in prayer, along with the women and Mary the mother of
Jesus, and with his brothers.’ Acts 1:4. The Spirit empowered them to go out, with
courage, and spread the Good News. What is that Good News? The Good News of
Christ is that, He came down to earth not only that He may
share in our humanity, but that we may share in His divinity. Jesus came among us to show us the way to live
our lives and remind us that he is present with us, individually and
collectively, until the end of time. And there is more!
But how do
WE today experience this outpouring of the Spirit?
There are
times when I can be so full of my own thoughts and ideas that
I don’t stop and
listen to how the Spirit may be speaking to me through other people or in our
world. Take for instance this beautiful season of Summertime. The freshness of
new growth is all around, the splash of colour, the various shades of green on
the trees and the buttercups in a green grassy meadow. Add blue skies and
sunshine and you cannot but see God’s Hand at work.
The Spirit
speaks powerfully to us through other people, our family and friends. We feel
it when we are encouraged to try something new or challenging in our lives. We
learn to listen and know the voice of the Spirit when we feel a sense
of peace. If the opposite is the case it may not be from the Spirit of God.
I came
across this lovely poem by RS Thomas which may help. It helped me look to my
daily life and how the Spirit is present in the ordinary even ‘singing to me in
a chain’ –saw!!
‘Suddenly’
Suddenly after long
silence
he has become voluble.
He addresses me from myriad
directions with the fluency
of water, the articulateness
of green leaves; and in the genes,
too, the components
of my existence. The rock,
so long speechless, is the library
of his poetry. He sings to me
in the chain-saw, writes
with the surgeon’s hand
on the skin’s parchment messages
of healing. The weather
is his mind’s turbine
driving the earth’s bulk round
and around on its remedial
journey. I have no need
to despair; as at
some second Pentecost
of a Gentile, I listen to the things
round me: weeds, stones, instruments,
the machine itself, all
speaking to me in the vernacular
of the purposes of One who is.
(RS Thomas Suddenly, in Collected Poems, 1945
-1990)
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