Today is the Feast of Pentecost, where the breath, the wind of the Holy Spirit. Today we sing
Veni, Sancte Spiritus:
Come, Holy Spirit, come!
And from your celestial home
Shed a ray of light divine!
Come, Father of the poor!
Come, source of all our store!
Come, within our bosoms shine.
You, of comforters the best;
You, the soul’s most welcome guest;
Sweet refreshment here below;
In our labor, rest most sweet;
Grateful coolness in the heat;
Solace in the midst of woe.
O most blessed Light divine,
Shine within these hearts of yours,
And our inmost being fill!
Where you are not, we have naught,
Nothing good in deed or thought,
Nothing free from taint of ill.
Heal our wounds, our strength renew;
On our dryness pour your dew;
Wash the stains of guilt away:
Bend the stubborn heart and will;
Melt the frozen, warm the chill;
Guide the steps that go astray.
On the faithful, who adore
And confess you, evermore
In your sevenfold gift descend;
Give them virtue’s sure reward;
Give them your salvation, Lord;
Give them joys that never end. Amen.
When things get tough backing away, and closing my heart seem the right thing to do and the easy place to go. I’m not sure I’m all that different from most people. Backing away is easy. Dealing with things is hard. This week I dealt with a few things that were hard, long overdue, and have the potential to be good. The other day I had a long, deep spiritual conversation with a long time friend, and in the middle of it the friend said, “perhaps you’re thirsty”. Whoa. We spoke of the desert, and needing to look for water. I know where the water is, now to make a way to get there and drink deeply.
When it’s time to make personal changes in life there has always a period of deep angst before a big life change. After this week there is a deeper sense of peace. Some of it comes in finally hearing something that has reminded me of who I am, and Whose I am. Whose I am is way more important than who I am or who I think I am.
Who I think I am is not who I really want to be. How’s that for some Sunday morning reflection that doesn’t say much? Perhaps that’s the point, who I think I am, is not really who I want to be.
I’m going to pursue something that’s been on my heart for a while, which means a shift in the other stuff. Come, Holy Spirit, Fill the Hearts of your Faithful, enkindle in them the fire of your love. Pour forth your spirit and we shall be created. And you shall renew the face of the earth.
Off to quilt.