Beloved, this morning I would like to speak to you about God’s Deeds of Power. But I’m finding that I don’t have the words. It’s a hard thing—let me tell you—to be a minister without words. Christianity loves words, doesn’t it? The Bible, 1000s of pages long, is the called the Word of God. We call Jesus the Logos which means something like “the spoken Word.” And every Sunday we pray words, and sing words, and preach words. After church, people say to us ministers, if we’re lucky, “Preacher, you really brought the Word today.”
How I wish that the Bible had a record of WHAT it was that those followers of Jesus spoke about when the Fire emerged among them. It says that they spoke of God’s Deeds of Power, but not one single word of their miraculous foreign languages, their Greek, Latin, Coptic, or Parthian, is actually recorded. What did they say that convinced 3000 people to be baptized and join them that morning?
I wish I knew those words. I would speak them to all of you right now. Can you imagine what those words might have been like? Can you imagine what those words might sound like to you on this Pentecost day? Words that when you hear them remind you of every comfort and joy you have ever known, that draw you fully into the present moment with a profound sense of hope and meaning, and that open you up to the fullness of the way forward—a good way, a way of justice, of peace, a way with purpose.