A Sermon delivered to All Saints Anglican Church on Pentecost Sunday, May 11, 2008, at the Convent Chapel of St. Mary's Medical Center, Huntington, WV.
From our scripture readings today: Acts 2:1-11; I Cor. 12:4-13, and John 20:19-23, it is apparent that the gift of the Holy Spirit is power for ministry and witness. On the day of Pentecost, the spirit comes with such power that it sounds like a mighty rushing wind, giving the disciples the gift of communicating the Gospel in other tongues. Tongues of fire appear over the head of each one, giving us our liturgical color red for this day.
In the Gospel lesson, Jesus specifically tells the disciples he is sending them out, just as the Father sent him and he gives them the breath, the wind, of the Spirit to help them and comfort them. Incidentally, this is one of the verses that theologians point to, to explain the so-called ‘procession of the Holy Spirit’. In the Nicene Creed we say that the Spirit proceeds from the Father and the Son, and this is the literal description of that procession.
So the ministry of the Spirit is about empowerment for ministry. God knows we need it. What we have been asked to do as Christians is impossible without God’s power. In the first place, the task of going into all the world and making disciples of all nations is too big for human effort alone. In the second place, we are involved in a pitched battle with forces who do not love God and who try to thwart God’s will be neutralizing or even taking us out if possible.
On Friday evening, after we finished building the forms for the concrete at Hope House, Mel Cummings Cindy and a story about how he had had a very close call the day before. He was driving up the steep road that leads from fifth street hill up to the museum and as he was going up the steepest part, a tree fell across the road taking out power lines with it causing the ancient tree to catch on fire immediately. Apparently it was quite the fireworks show – and it all happened only about 20 feet in front of Mel. He told us that he was sobered by the realization that had he been going just a little faster, he could have been killed by this falling tree or electrocuted by the downed power lines.
Now Mel is a very important person to the work of Hope House. I believe that God sent him our way, because he is a man of many skills and someone who has given us the full benefit of his years of building experience – all at a 20% discount! I really think the Spirit led him to us. I really think the Enemy tried to take him out. And I really think that the Spirit protected Mel from death – not only for his family’s sake, but also because we need him for this work that the Lord has called us to do. So the Spirit empowers us for ministry – and I think he protects us for that ministry when he needs to.
Since God has commissioned us to go out and minister to the world, I also think that the Holy Spirit arranges meetings for us. On Friday, same day that we heard Mel’s story, Cindy and I had just pulled up over at Hope House, when a young black man walked by. We greeted him and he stopped and remarked that his niece and dated Donte Ward, that he himself attended St. Jospeph Catholic Church, and that we were doing a good work at the house. He told us his name was Rich.
As he talked with us some more, he also told us that he was from Miami and had moved here recently after having been robbed and shot by a young man who had originally asked him for a dollar on the streets of Miami – in broad daylight! . For the thirty dollars that he had in his pocket, the robber put a .38 in Rich’s mouth and pulled the trigger – propelling the bullet through the side of his cheek. (The scar was still plainly visible.) Rich was also shot in the belly and when he dropped to the ground, the robber shot him twice in the back and attempted to shoot him in the head twice – but these bullets missed him. He went to the emergency room at Jackson Memorial Hospital in downtown Miami and waited 12 hours without being seen because the staff was too busy treating other gunshot wounds.
Finally in frustration, Rich, dug the bullet out of his belly himself with his pocket knife ( he is a paramedic by training) and dropped the bullet on the nurses desk, saying ‘Thanks for nothing”. He walked out and still carries two bullets in his back! There was more to his story – but believe me, it’s too awful to relate to you here today. The point is, that somehow Rich walked by Hope House at the precise moment we were there to great him.
At one point in his story, he began to cry. We awkwardly tried to console him, and after a minute or two of conversation, he walked off down the street. We started in to work, and all of a sudden, who should appear but Rich, saying that ‘something’ told him to come back and help us – which he did. He picked up a sledge hammer and busted up some concrete before going off down the street.
What was the something that told him to come back? What was it that caused our paths to cross? I believe it was the work of the Spirit.
I don’t claim to understand it and I don’t have any idea whether or not I will ever see Rich again. I only know that as Christians, when we attempt to be directed by, and controlled by the Spirit, all kinds of interesting things happen to us.
We are called to go into the world, taking salvation, healing and reconciliation with us into the midst of the world's pain. Being available to the Holy Spirit as his vehicle is not necessarily comfortable. It might even be dangerous at times. But there’s nothing more exciting or interesting in life either.
I fully expect that in the next week, we are going to see marvelous things take place in the run-up to our Day of Hope on May 17. I’m confident that we will also experience the ministry of the Holy Spirit during the day, especially at the Memorial service. At the present time, we have some ten different churches cooperating to contribute to this event! That alone is a minor miracle!
I pray for us as a church that God would give us the grace to put ourselves out on a limb for Him. As we do so, I am confident that we will see God do great works in our midst, for truly, God’s power is perfected in weakness, and he gives help to those who realize they are too small to help themselves. Amen.
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