Day of Pentecost (Year B, RCL)
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Belonging or not: My life as a nonjoiner
When I was baptized at 12, I refused what Baptists call “the right hand of fellowship.” I wanted the water but not the fellowship.
by Amy Frykholm
Downpour
California is in a severe drought. Normally it rains in the time from mid-October to March, but for the past few years it has been bone dry. Some say we may only have a year of water left. We are thirsty.
By Theresa Cho
Day of Pentecost (Acts 2:1-21)
It is clear in Acts 2 that a party is taking place—that dreams and visions are not meant to be dreamt alone.
by Theresa Cho
Can these dry bones become a movement?
Langston Hughes challenged our consciousness by asking, “What happens to a dream deferred?” What results when hope, aspirations, callings, and promises are delayed, put off, postponed, or thwarted? Were they flawed expectations? Do such deferred dreams become burdensome desires that fade and never manifest, forever haunting us?
Six months after Michael Brown was fatally shot by a white police officer in Ferguson, Missouri—where I serve as a pastor—there are families still wrestling with the question, “What would have happened if...?”
Revival in the white church
What would it mean for us to be filled with the breath of God again and come to life for the sake of racial justice?
Ambiguous labor pains
Preaching on biblical passages about labor and childbirth is important, but it's also dangerous.
All (not each) of them were filled
I learned many Bible stories by watching movies in Sunday school. They were those old-fashioned movies, shown on a reel-to-reel projector, that tried to portray the stories as some Cecil B. DeMille wannabe imagined they took place. They were seldom more than a few steps grander than the local Christmas pageant; most of the disciples basically wore fancy bathrobes.
The Pentecost movie was dramatic.
Sunday, June 8, 2014
We may experience division in our cries to God, hearing only what’s loud right next to us. But God hears us as one human family, crying out for blessing.
Painting Pentecost
Painter Sawai Chinnawong saturates the outpouring of the Spirit with the colors Thai art traditionally associates with the holy.
by Amos Yong and Jonathan A. Anderson
Resurrection by inches
It’s been seven years, and I cannot access Jesus' word of peace. The tears still sting and slosh over my pail of remorse.
The bones of exile
I remember I stopped dead in my tracks. I had been walking along the flat, dark shale bed of the ravine behind my grandfather’s farmhouse in southern Indiana. There on the ground, still in perfect alignment, lay the skeleton of a cow that had wandered away one winter many years ago and had slipped and fallen into the ravine. The bones lay in precise order—the head bone connected to the neck bone, the neck bone connected to the back bone, and so on.
Sunday, April 6, 2014: Ezekiel 37:1-14; John 11:1-45
God calls us out of the metaphorical tombs in which we are buried: addiction, hopelessness, guilt. But I believe God also calls us out of the tangible tombs of entrenched poverty, poor education, and limited opportunity.
Prayer in the whirlwind
The answer that comes out of a tornado is not the kind of answer we want.
by Rodney Clapp
Alone among friends
For my money, John’s is the only Gospel in which Jesus seems really lonely.
by Kat Banakis
Let the Spirit do the talking
Back in the dark ages of the 20th century, I remember an ad for the Yellow Pages that urged, “Let your fingers do the walking.” Now that texting has become the preferred means of communication, it seems our fingers actually do the talking.
I’ve been thinking about the complexity of communication with God, especially the challenge of praying at times when words are hard to come by. In response to such a dilemma, Paul essentially tells the Romans to let the Spirit do the talking.
By Barry Howard