Creator Spirit

When the time for Pentecost was fulfilled,

they were all in one place together.

And suddenly there came from the sky

a noise like a strong driving wind,

and it filled the entire house in which they were.

Then there appeared to them tongues as of fire,

which parted and came to rest on each one of them.

And they were all filled with the Holy Spirit

and began to speak in different tongues,

as the Spirit enabled them to proclaim.

Acts 2:1-11
Creator Spirit, God's outrushing breath,
the mighty wind that stirs our little dust,
blow once again and lift us out of death.
Breathe in us still, the very air we trust.

In you we live; in you we move and are,
and yet you move in us: You fill our lungs.
You fire our minds.  You thunder in our hearts.
We breathe you out as music on our tongues.

You fill our bodies: Fill the one we make
as hands and feet of Christ sent to the field.
Come, blow in every breath his body takes.
Renew the whole, and let each part be healed.

O gift of God, come sanctify our gifts.
As we present them, may we be transformed.
Come make of us Christ's hands that upward lift;
we will become Christ's bread for all the world.  Amen.
Ingeborg Psalter 02f 1200 (cropped) Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=106666589

Where Cain Embraces Abel

Come, Lord, prepare your table
in sight  of all the foes,
where Cain embraces Abel
and lambs can trust the wolves,
where truth is one with kindness
and justice kisses peace.
O Shepherd, seek and find us
and lead us to that feast.

For we have walked in shadows
and lost the saving way.
Lead us to restful meadows
and everlasting day.
Come touch the ears we've deafened,
that we may her your voice.
Revive the hearts we've deadened
with reasons to rejoice.

Oh, there is yet a table
where Abel sits with Cain—
your living bread they're breaking
beyond the reach of pain—
where hungry ones and thirsty
can taste the love divine,
where you pour out your mercy
and fill our cups with wine.
Peaceable Kingdom of the Branch, oil on canvas, c. 1826–1830. Reynolda House Museum of American Art By Edward Hicks – http://www.the-athenaeum.org/art/full.php?ID=18738, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=10122907

Mother of My Lord

When Elizabeth heard Mary’s greeting,

the infant leaped in her womb,

and Elizabeth, filled with the Holy Spirit,

cried out in a loud voice and said,

“Most blessed are you among women,

and blessed is the fruit of your womb.

And how does this happen to me,

that the mother of my Lord should come to me?

For at the moment the sound of your greeting reached my ears,

the infant in my womb leaped for joy.

Blessed are you who believed

that what was spoken to you by the Lord

would be fulfilled.”

Luke 1:39-56
Oh, come to me across the hills
on any rugged path you find, 
and though it calls you backward still,
leave dusty Galilee behind

to let me hear you say my name.
Call to my now in ancient voice
to crack my chrysalis of shame
as something in me leaps for joy.

O Mother of my Lord, O blest,
how can it be that you should come?
But like the swallow, build your nest
and stoop to rest in this, your home:

no bygone shrine, untouched by years,
but living, breathing dirt and grime.
Come clothe him in my sweat and tears
and cradle him in arms like mine.

Not in a page of history
or atlas of a distant land,
but come, my mother: Visit me;
I'll feel him move beneath my hands.

Bring him to me! Bring me your son,
and quicken me with his own life,
that all my days while yet they run,
may hold the living, present Christ.
Eastern Christian fresco of the Visitation in St. George Church in Kurbinovo, North Macedonia By Unknown author – http://faq.macedonia.org/images/embrace.jpg, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=9976800

Staring At the Heavens

When they had gathered together they asked him,

“Lord, are you at this time going to restore the kingdom to Israel?”

He answered them, “It is not for you to know the times or seasons

that the Father has established by his own authority.

But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes upon you,

and you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem,

throughout Judea and Samaria,

and to the ends of the earth.”

When he had said this, as they were looking on,

he was lifted up, and a cloud took him from their sight.

While they were looking intently at the sky as he was going,

suddenly two men dressed in white garments stood beside them.

They said, “Men of Galilee,

why are you standing there looking at the sky?

This Jesus who has been taken up from you into heaven

will return in the same way as you have seen him going into heaven.”

Acts 1:1-11

To the tune AURELIA:

We're staring at the heavens
to see the Lord's return,
but to the earth we're given,
to serve as he has done:
Not with the wings of angels
or soul's unbodied flame,
but with th hands he made us
to labor in his name.

For Jesus came incarnate
from heaven to the earth:
like ours, his human body;
like ours, his helpless birth.
Though heaven witnessed to him,
his suffering and death,
it's here on earth we knew him
who gave us life and breath.

So let us not stand staring
and watching empty skies,
but let us go forth daring
to witness to the Christ:
our feet in faithful roving,
our hands in mercy's work,
our hearts and minds in loving
God's images on earth.
Ascension of Christ by Adriaen van Overbeke, c. 1510–1520 – https://www.christies.com/lotfinder/Lot/antwerp-school-circa-1510-1520-the-ascension-of-5790472-details.aspx, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=83155533

Ascension 2022

When they had gathered together they asked him,

“Lord, are you at this time going to restore the kingdom to Israel?”

He answered them, “It is not for you to know the times or seasons

that the Father has established by his own authority.

But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes upon you,

and you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem,

throughout Judea and Samaria,

and to the ends of the earth.”

When he had said this, as they were looking on,

he was lifted up, and a cloud took him from their sight.

Acts 1:1-11
Say when will you restore us, Lord?
Is this the day?  Is it to come?
This timeless hope is hard to hold—
when will you end what you've begun?

When shall the pris'ner be released?
When will the dawn break over us?
We saw you make the blinded see:
When will you make a way for us?

“The hour is not for you to know.”
How can you leave with this untaught?
You say the Father has not told,
but has the Father not forgot?

How long, O Lord?  And how can we,
who love you so, survive alone
or hold to what we cannot see
when we have held you for so long?

The locusts eat away our years:
Will you not stay amid this plague?
Will you not wipe away our tears?
O Shepherd Christ, will you not stay?

“I will not leave you orphaned so.”
You disappear into the sky,
and out to all the earth we go
to find where you have stayed behind.
Rabbula Gospels 6th century – Photo By Dsmdgold – http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:RabulaGospelsFol13vAscension.jpg, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=10562784

Caught Between the Sea and Egypt

Now Pharaoh was near when the Israelites looked up and saw that the Egyptians had set out after them. Greatly frightened, the Israelites cried out to the LORD. To Moses they said, “Were there no burial places in Egypt that you brought us to die in the wilderness? What have you done to us, bringing us out of Egypt? Did we not tell you this in Egypt, when we said, ‘Leave us alone that we may serve the Egyptians’? Far better for us to serve the Egyptians than to die in the wilderness.” But Moses answered the people, “Do not fear! Stand your ground and see the victory the LORD will win for you today. For these Egyptians whom you see today you will never see again. The LORD will fight for you; you have only to keep still.”

Exodus 14:10-14
Caught between the sea and Egypt:
Did you lead me here to die?
Crushed beneath the Pharaoh's edict,
yet I have no strength to fight,
and my heart can flee no longer
from the army that pursues.
O my champion, you are stronger:
Let them fight not me, but you.

I have fled headlong at midnight;
I have trod the Red Sea road,
but there seems no end to my flight,
and my fears are drawing close.
With your presence come and hide me;
with your cloud and shade surround.
Let me feel you here beside me
where my weakness runs to ground.

In my fear, be my abiding;
in the shadow, be my rest;
in my panic, be my guiding
on the paths I'd never guessed.
Make a ways through doubt and danger;
come in pow'r and set me free
from the oceans of my anger
with a sword that carves the sea.
Crossing the Red Sea, Rothschild Haggadah, ca. 1450 By יואל בן שמעון – The National Library of Israel, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=29603675

O Living Vine

Jesus said to his disciples:

“I am the true vine, and my Father is the vine grower.

He takes away every branch in me that does not bear fruit,

and everyone that does he prunes so that it bears more fruit.

You are already pruned because of the word that I spoke to you.

Remain in me, as I remain in you.

Just as a branch cannot bear fruit on its own

unless it remains on the vine,

so neither can you unless you remain in me.

I am the vine, you are the branches.

Whoever remains in me and I in him will bear much fruit,

because without me you can do nothing.

Anyone who does not remain in me

will be thrown out like a branch and wither;

people will gather them and throw them into a fire

and they will be burned.

If you remain in me and my words remain in you,

ask for whatever you want and it will be done for you.

By this is my Father glorified,

that you bear much fruit and become my disciples.”

John 15:1-8
Remain with me, O living vine,
though I be pruned away from you.
Around this withered branch entwine
the tendrils that will bear your fruit.
Upon my beams, then, upward climb,
though I am buried with your root.
Embrace me, though I can but die,
and let me bear your harvest, too.

We are the stakes, stuck row by row
by our vinegrower's careful plan,
that harvest-heavy vines enfold
and turn us green who barren stand.
And so the bloodred wine is poured,
the fruit of earth and work of hands;
the seeds yield up a hundredfold
which drips from this unfruitful branch.

So then let me remain in you—
oh, cast me not into the fire!
Let me remain within your shoots:
myself, yet yours; your life as mine.
Though I bear nothing else but you,
bear down on me, my saving vine:
Let me bear up the heavy fruit
and taste the harvest I desire.
Christ the True Vine, 16th century Greek icon By Anonymous. – http://lib.pstgu.ru/icons/index.php?option=com_content&view=category&layout=blog&id=2&Itemid=4., Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=11042135

Christ Our Peace

Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you.

Not as the world gives do I give it to you.

Do not let your hearts be troubled or afraid.

You heard me tell you,

‘I am going away and I will come back to you.’

If you loved me,

you would rejoice that I am going to the Father;

for the Father is greater than I.

And now I have told you this before it happens,

so that when it happens you may believe.

John 14:23-29

To the tune AURELIA:

Not as the world would give it,
a burden with a price,
but Christ our peace is given:
the groom unto his bride.
He bears no obligation
and comes without a cost,
our joyful expectation
and hope when all is lost.

Lay down your restless striving,
your neverending need,
your terror swift-arriving,
to lie down at his feet.
Your burdens will wait for you;
your fears will not depart
while here his peace restores you,
and you refresh your heart.

And if you cannot find him,
if he has gone away,
let not your heart be frightened,
but trust him still and wait.
For he will yet awaken,
who sleeps within the storm,
to still the sea's impatience
and bid the winds be calm.
Jesus saying farewell to his eleven remaining disciples, from the Maesta by Duccio, 1308–1311. By Duccio di Buoninsegna – Web Gallery of Art:   Image  Info about artwork, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=7922656

May My Body Be Your Temple

May my body be your temple
where the Spirit comes to rest;
like a swallow at your altar,
build inside of me your nest.
Make my breath the wind that cools you;
let my caverns be your shade.
Settle here where I can soothe you,
in the body you have made.

For you formed me out of ashes,
from the richness of the earth,
and each river, as it passes,
is the water of my birth.
So your fingerprints are on me
where you hands have shaped my clay,
and if you if what you call me,
nothing different will I say.

Make of me your home and comfort;
Jesus, make of me your throne,
your inheritance and portion
marked out for yourself alone.
And when I begin to crumble
and return again to dust,
haunt the ruins of your temple
'til the day you raise it up.
A section of the Sistine Chapel ceiling Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=36772

How Shall I Find You?

O my Lord, how shall I find you?
In what darkness or what light?
With what shackles shall I bind you,
keep you ever in my sight?

Or shall I not have you certain?
Will you ever wander free?
Break the chains and rend the curtain:
I shall follow as you flee.

I am my beloved's only—
when at last shall he be mine?
Immanent, will you console me
if I can but wait the time?

Now I search the glass but darkly:
What I see is none of his.
Here I know him, oh, but partly.
Speak, beloved; answer this:

When shall I have you securely?
When, at last, shall I have rest
from the dread of love impurely
leaning on the savior's breast?

Come, oh come, and make your dwelling.
Though my heart is all unfit
come yet there, your mercy telling.
At your feet, enrapt, I'll sit.
Martha preparing the meal while (in the background) Mary of Bethany sitting at Jesus’ feet; painting (1566) by Joachim Beuckelaer – Own work, CC BY 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=29947857