Showing posts with label Pentecost Sunday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pentecost Sunday. Show all posts

Monday, June 10, 2019

Pentecost Sunday - Sunday, June 9, 2019

Holy Cross MonasteryWest Park, NY
Br. James Koester, SSJE
Pentecost Sunday - Sunday, June 9, 2019

Acts 2:1-21
Romans 8:14-17
John 14:8-17, (25-27)

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The Gift of Pentecost
Those of you who know me, will perhaps remember that my undergraduate degree is in history. All my life I have been interested in history. There was even a time long ago when asked what I wanted to do when I grew up, my response was more likely to be a pioneer, than anything else. I remain fascinated by history, and for obvious reasons, especially by the history of the revival of monasticism within the Anglican tradition.

Reading the history of the monastic movement within Anglicanism is lots of fun, because you come across all kinds of people, some of them inspirational, like Father Huntington or Father Benson, and some of them just plain nuts, like Father Ignatius of Llanthony.

The task of the historian, as I see it, is to study the past, in order to make sense of the present. That is an historian. An antiquarian on the other hand is interested in the past for its own sake. And that’s where Father Ignatius comes in, and why he is an important person to remember. Ignatius was largely an antiquarian, attempting to revive a way of life as it had been lived in some golden age long, long ago, and far, far away. Benson and Huntington, I would argue, were historians, looking to an historic movement in the Church of Christ and recreating it to address the age in which they lived.

As monastics living in monasteries, singing plainsong, wearing habits, it’s easy to close our eyes and pretend that nothing has changed in 1000 years. That was the trap Father Ignatius fell into. He was an antiquarian. It is no wonder that his community lasted only a few years after his death, and few people today have heard of him.

Huntington and Benson on the other hand were keenly aware of the world and its needs as they then existed, and reaching into the Tradition adapted a traditional form of Christian living to address those needs. Over 100 years later, Father Ignatius is long forgotten, and you and we are still doing the work begun by our Founders.

The lens through which we look at things then, is really important. Are we historians, looking at the past in order to discover lessons for the present, or are we antiquarians attempting to recreate the past for its own sake. Today as we celebrate the Day of Pentecost, that’s a real question. And for Father Benson, the answer was clear. Pentecost is important, not because of what it did once, for a group of people long ago, in a land far away, but what it means for us, here, today. We are not here as antiquarians to freeze frame the gifts of the Holy Spirit, but to discover how they are continuing to be manifested in us today.

Father Benson, and my hunch Father Huntington, was not interested in the past. The revelation of God as an event lost in the distance of time was of no interest to him. What he was interested in was how God was revealing the Divine life today. He wrote: Revelation is the coming-forth of the eternal God to the living soul. What is revealed to others may be written down on parchment, but the revelation of God cannot be conveyed. It must be the voice of God speaking in the soul [now], the hand of God lifting the veil of eternity [now], the light of God shining in the inmost depth of the soul [now]. And so the revelation of God is really a thing ever present. It is not revealed once and for all, but what He has revealed He has perpetually revealed and He will go on revealing. We are to live in the consciousness of that perpetual revelation which the living God is making to us [today].1

This is the promised Spirit of God in the gospel I will ask the Father, and he will give you another Advocate, to be with you forever,2 and who will teach of everything.3

The gifts of the Spirit are being poured out upon us then, today, even now, and we must realize those gifts, not simply in the sense of comprehending them, but of making them actual, making them real. Again, as Father Benson said, if we would but realize that we are the children of the kingdom now, that God’s gifts are made over to us now, that we have them in possession [now], then we should find all comfort.4

Brothers, I am convinced that the Church needs us. I am convinced that the Church needs communities such as OHC, and SSJE. What the Church doesn’t need are more antiquarians. There are too many out there as it is. What the Church needs are communities deeply rooted in the Tradition, and where the revelation of God is not a dead event, frozen in time, but a living, breathing, consuming fire. The Church desperately needs the witness of vibrant, centered, focused, prayerful, healthy, strong, mission oriented, monastic communities. That’s what Father Huntington and Father Benson began over 150 years ago in New York and Oxford, and that’s why we must embrace the lived reality of Pentecost today.

Again, as Father Benson says, in a somewhat different context, [the] life, the love, the joy of Jesus, and today I would add the gifts of the Spirit, must be a reality taking possession of our souls [today]. This union with Jesus is no abstract union of fancy. It is the union by which our nature is to be perfected, and for which it is formed. The taking of our flesh by the Son of God was not an accidental or remedial measure only, but part, we believe, of His original plan to unite us to Himself. He gives us our nature for the purpose of eventually gathering us into Himself.5

The gift of Pentecost has been given, and God pours out the gift of the Spirit upon us again today, not as the historic re-enactment of the antiquarian, but as the lived reality of the revelation of God who is ever present and ever new. It is our joy and privilege, not simply to share in those gifts, but to realize them, making them real in our lives, and for our time. But these gifts come with a warning label, for our God is a consuming fire.6

It is those gifts, and that fire, which are ours to have in this life, when we become, like Abba Joseph, fire ourselves.7 And once aflame with the fire of God, we will see tongues of flame dancing upon our heads, and burning within our hearts, and the day of Pentecost will blaze forth upon us, once again.

1 Benson, Richard Meux, Cowley Calendar, With Some Words Chiefly from the Unpublished Retreat Addresses of Richard Meux Benson, 1932, page 61 – 62 2 John 8: 16 3 John 8: 26 4 Benson, Cowley Calendar, page 71 5 Benson, Richard Meux, Instructions on the Religious Life, First Series, 1927, page 28 6 Hebrews 12: 29 7 A young monk visited Abba Joseph and said to him, “Father, as best as I can, I say my prayers, I fast, I meditate, I live in peace and as far as I can, I purify my thoughts. What else can I do?” The old man stood up and stretched his hands towards heaven. His fingers became like ten lamps of fire and he said to him, “You must become fire itself.”

Sunday, May 27, 2012

Pentecost B - May 27, 2012


Holy Cross Monastery, West Park, NY

Br. Andrew Colquhoun, OHC
Pentecost B - Sunday, May 29, 2012



Acts 2:1-21
Romans 8:22-27
John 15:26-27; 16:4b-15


Flower buds on Pentecost's Eve
like flames of the Holy Spirit hovering in Creation

Picture by Marie-Noelle Del Alamo
For more of her recent Holy Cross Monastery shots, visit her slideshow
Back in 1970 I was minister in North Carolina.  The congregation had a good number of families with children and we had a great time in Sunday School. Particularly with the K through 3 group – ages that still delight and surprise me. One night at a Church supper we lost the kids!  I led the hunt and we found them hiding in a room, giggling and terrified at the same time as only children can pull off.  Finally we got the story – they were afraid of the Holy Ghost!!

A little teaching and a lot of ice cream soon sorted that out.
But I’ve never really forgotten that.  I can still see the delightful fear and sense the delicious tremors.  And I’m sorry to realize that I got them over it.  Now I’m sure it’s humdrum for them as it has become for most of us.

The Holy Spirit is a conundrum for most of God’s people.  The Father we can picture; the Son we can imagine.  But the Spirit is elusive – an enigma.  And so we either ignore her or go overboard and claim that the manifestations of the Spirit are the sole proof of faith as though the Spirit were the magician of the Trinity  – you know, unless you speak in tongues you’re not quite there yet. We’ve distorted the Spirit, I fear, as we try to understand.  We have boxed in the Spirit to suit ourselves.

But remember Paul.  I love his description of the Spirit as the sighing prayer of God within us – uttering the longings and mystery of love until it permeates the whole longing creation.   No prescription or proposition can capture that wonder and mystery.

How many images of the Spirit capture that terror that awe brings!   Wind, fire, movement in the darkness, sounds and voices, the never quiet dove cooing, cooing; and in the Celtic tradition – the Wild Goose – never tamed, driving on and on through storm over huge distances, on and on.  Never settling forever but driving on and on again.

Fascination and the glamour of mystery – never controlled, never controlling but always offering change and challenge – leading mysteriously into darkness to find light. That’s the Holy Spirit.

Suzanne Guthrie quotes in her meditations for this Sunday from Eliot’s Little Gidding:
The dove descending breaks the air
With flame of incandescent terror
Of which the tongues declare
The one discharge from sin and error.
The only hope, or else despair
    Lies in the choice of pyre or pyre-
    To be redeemed from fire by fire.
From Suzanne's blog At the Edge of the Enclosure

In our anxiety we work hard to tame the Spirit – reduce the Spirit to a warm feeling; a benevolent guide that will help us decide what job to take, what decision to make.  When we get along well, it’s that Sweet, sweet Spirit at work.  When we’re discomfited we wonder why God has left us in confusion or distress… never understanding that often confusion and anxiety are the way to truth.

We want the Spirit to pull us back into our dream of what used to be – for my generation, it’s back to the fifties.   Some of you want the sixties and seventies – never today – always back to Eden, the pristine garden.

And yet, I don’t believe in Scripture that the Spirit ever moves that way. It seems to me that always God is pointing us further and deeper into a new way.

Eliot continues:
Who then devised the torment?  Love.
Love is the unfamiliar Name
Behind the hands that wove
The intolerable shirt of flame
Which human power cannot remove.
    We only live, only suspire
    Consumed by either fire or fire.
I do believe my little friends of so many years ago were more perceptive than we jaded adults are.

Pray for the Holy Spirit to be among us, within us – and then stand back.  All these gifts of the Spirit will lead us not to tranquility or comfort but into love.  And,
Love must act, as light must shine and fire must burn.
From the Rule of James Otis Sargent Huntington,  founder of the Order of the Holy Cross