From My Window…
Let’s just say Harriet wasn’t a natural for road trips. In fact, if you didn’t practically knock her out she wouldn’t even make it to the bridge out of Manhattan. But she was our Harriet, even if my father did refer to as a ‘varmit dog’ (translation: good only for chasing varmits). So, each year we’d give her doggie Dramamine, put her in the back set and head out of town. About 250 miles out, we’d hear Harriet bound up in the back seat, panting enthusiastically and stick her head up front. “Where ya been, where ya been, where ya been?” her look clearly communicated. Where have we been? You’re the one who’s been out like a light for 4 hours, dear.
Well, it became one of our family phrases. “Where ya been?” we’d say on those occasions when someone missed that they were the one who’d checked out on the conversation. It’s often struck me that I’m the same way with God. “Where ya been?” I keep asking when I’m the one who’s checked out in my prayer life, my listening, my willingness to act on what God has already shown me. “Where ya been?” I ask, when I’m the one who’s been asleep in the back seat.
Pentecost is the time in the church year when we celebrate the coming of the Holy Spirit on all of Jesus’ followers, then and now. It’s a time when we will reaffirm our baptisms in a service of music, Scripture and the water of baptism. We will acknowledge that God has not gone anywhere since our baptisms; it is we who may have moved away or grown discouraged. It is we who need to wake up, shake ourselves off and welcome again the Spirit of God who has never left us.
Join us for a celebration of our
One God, One Faith, One Baptism
Pentecost, May 31st at 11:00 am
Wear something red !