Babel and Pentecost
It feels like a good story gone wrong. It’s not leading me anywhere.
It feels like a good story gone wrong. It’s not leading me anywhere.
It is good to remember that we started small. Without any sense of institution or establishment. There wasn’t any protocol or set format. Just a […]
Most preachers who follow the lectionary will probably go with the reading from Acts 2 for Pentecost. Maybe the gospel. I think the reading from Numbers 11 has a word for us today. A word or two about whom we should pay attention to.
This is the moment for the church newborn. A rush of wind, a loud sound, the feeling of fire, the joy of voices raised. Such a great image – but a strange one and absolutely lacking in our usual mainstream Sunday morning decorum. I love stories like this that shake us up.
I’ve been thinking about the lectionary as a tool for a while. You might have noticed. Some weeks, I use this space to write of nothing but. Others, I may dip into the lectionary readings, but spend more time talking through the little happenings of my little family’s life, spilling them out across the table, and hoping that they fall into some sense of order that might bring clarity.
In this living faith, unauthorized and not published by Wood Lake books, in the beginning Presbyterians started life in Canada as Settlers. Some say we’ve been settling ever since.