May 4, 2017
The Spirit said to Philip, "Go and join up with that chariot."
Philip ran up and heard him reading Isaiah the prophet and said, "Do you understand what you are reading?"
He replied, "How can I, unless someone instructs me?"
So he invited Philip to get in and sit with him. (Acts 8:29-31)
Beloved brothers & and sisters:
What do we do with something like this?
This person, the Holy Spirit, spoke to Philip once Jesus had already ascended—this same Spirit animated the life of Jesus, spoke to Philip, has raised every saint since, and dwells in you and in me through our baptism. It’s a mind-blowing thought, that the Spirit who moves us closer to God now is the same Spirit that binds together those who have passed, in Heaven; makes us family, deep inside us, deeper than our blood and deeper than the law and deeper than any specific time or place.
Think about it like this: You exist. You have your mind with which you know and learn and assimilate; you have your will with which you choose. More deeply, though, exists your heart—a heart with its own structure, with a depth that just is, a depth that recognizes authenticity and joy and truth. You and I share the same sort of heart, that we share with the ancient philosophers, with atheists and our Jewish brethren and with the first disciples, whose hearts “clicked” when they first met Jesus along the sea.
God gives you the Spirit so that your heart may click also—that it may click with him, with the truth, with reality; so that it may open you up, without fear and without shame, to his providence. Let us pray so that it will be with us the same way that it was with Philip: that the Spirit may whisper, “Go, speak, marry, sing, dance, prophesy, love, encounter,” and that we may listen.
How do we know? We know when our hearts click. When, deep down, beneath our thoughts, beneath our emotions and our attractions, our entire being clicks, and knows: This is true. This is my truth, because it is God’s truth; this truth makes sense of me, because it makes sense of God who created me, this God who is always for me.
Let us pray: Come, Holy Spirit, Sanctifier and Comforter and Mover—move among us! As we draw toward Pentecost, I pray that you come and make new my heart, which is meant to love you with everything it has, teaching it to listen to you, to watch for your truth, to be free for encounter and mission. Pour out your gifts, give me your docility, speak to me. Speak, Lord, for your servant is listening! Do not abandon me, but show your face and your glory and the end for which you have made me.
C.S. Lewis: The Reluctant Convert – Showing in NYC, D.C., Chicago
In NYC until 5/21—absolutely excellent one-man portrayal of his conversion from atheism to Christianity.
We are the orphan boys, and the forgotten girls
We are lost and far from home
We are the fatherless, born of dust and nothingness
We are lost and far from home
There is no love like yours in all the world
There is no love like yours in the universe
There is no love that heals my broken heart
There is no love like yours at all
Orphan Song – Enter the Worship Circle