Sermon Excerpt —
Pentecost Sunday, 2004
"Let us not mistake
‘tongues of fire’ for drama alone.
Sometimes the Spirit descends
as a leaf in your laundry,
or a child’s whisper in the bath.
These too are flame—
less spectacular, perhaps.
But just as holy."
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Well said Cryptic it is the ear that determines what is sacred not the sign. All things in nature are holy we decide what we want to see or hear. A fave for the message so well sent
Thank you, Soren; deeply appreciated 🙏🏻🕊️
Always most welcome my friend
Yep, the signs are there...
Thanks, dear friend 🙏🕊️
A fine write - Pentecost at Easter!
Yep, straight from down under 🙃🙏🕊️
Arqios, there’s a grounded holiness in this…taking something often framed as spectacle and bringing it back into the everyday. That image of the leaf, the child’s whisper…those moments carry it. It feels lived, not declared. Well done, dearest friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️
Lest we miss the point of it all, is all. Thanks most assuredly, Tittu, dear friend 🙏🕊️🚶♀️➡️
Yes, nice Idea. These things can be so Small and Silent. But mean a lot.
Indeed, thanks Kevin; greatly appreciated 🙏🏻🕊️
love love
The spirit in our lives is always there Rik.
Andy
Aye, that is so, dear Andy🙏🏻🕊️
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