This is the sermon I preached during my last Sunday as a youth coordinator:
As I considered the readings for this week, certain phrase stuck out for me from the first reading. When the Holy Spirit came, it came like a violent wind.
Now usually, we don’t really think about the Holy Spirit as a violent wind. More often than not, we like to quote the story of Elijah where the spirit of God passes by in the form of a whisper, or of silence. But there is nothing quiet or “whispery” about the Spirit for the apostles. It comes in an overwhelming and compelling way. The Holy Spirit leaves a crowd of people with fire dancing over their head and disheveled hair.
When I was about the age of our confirmation youth, my brother, his friends and I would occasionally hike up one of the local mountains with our sleds and sled down the backside of the mountain, where the terrain wasn’t terribly steep. We’d race derby-style down the mountain, trying to push each other off the sled. One Sunday afternoon five of us started to hike up the hill. What we didn’t know then was that there was a high-wind advisory for Anchorage that day. As we hiked up the mountain, we were impressed the by blustery weather. But it wasn’t until we reached the ridge that we experienced the full force of the wind. I’ve never experienced anything like it. Every time a gust hit us, we immediately knelt down on the ground and covered our heads with our sled. We scratched and clawed at the snow and ice, trying to stay in one place. But the wind wanted to move us. During one particularly strong gust, the wind ripped the sled out of one of my brother’s friend’s hands. The rope was still attached around his wrist, and with the sled acting like a kite, we watched as he literally, lifted off the ground and got deposited ten or fifteen feet away. The wind wanted to move us.
I can’t help but think of the violent wind that day as a great image for the Holy Spirit. The Spirit wants to move us. It wants to manhandle us. It wants to be a compelling force in our lives.
But sometimes we don’t like wind, do we? Think about it -- there is something so delightful about snuggling in to warm blankets on winter nights when the wind rages outside. It makes our comfortable beds just a little more comfortable, doesn’t it?
Which brings me to my next story: This one is about a gentlemen named John Muir. He was a famous naturalist who lived about a hundred years ago and was instrumental in creating the national Park system. One day while hiking in the Sierra mountains, a big windstorm began to blow. Instead of finding shelter, John Muir found the biggest Douglas Spruce tree he could find, about a hundred feet tall, and climbed to the top. There he sat for hours, being whipped every-which-way by the wind and enjoying the sights, smells, and sounds of the forest. As he reflected on his experience, he said this: “We all travel the milky way together, trees and men; but it never occurred to me until this storm-day, while swinging in the wind, that trees are travelers, in the ordinary sense. They make many journeys, not extensive ones, it is true; but our own little journeys, away and back again, are only little more than tree-wavings -- many of them not so much.”
The Holy Spirit wants to move us. Just like a violent wind, it wants to pick us up, manhandle us, and set us back down again in the direction it’s traveling… When the Spirit moves, where will it find you? When the Spirit calls you to live radically and love radically, when the violent winds of justice and compassion blow, will you be moved? When you step outside these walls, and are confronted with a world full of poverty, oppression, and war, will you be moved? Or will you snuggle in a little deeper into blankets of apathy, fear, or privilege?”
Confirmation students: What you are essentially saying today is that you have been moved. You have spent the past two years learning about the Bible, about faith, and about grace. And in being confirmed today, you are saying that you have decided to ”
Adults: These young people’s eyes are wide open. And they’re looking for examples of what it means to live faithfully. They are looking for mentors and friends who live a life compelled by the Spirit. Will you be moved to share with these young people the best of our tradition? Will you remain a faithful presence in their lives no matter where their journey’s take them? Will you be moved to model authentic spirituality to a younger generation?
For me, the winds are changing too. And let me take this opportunity to let you say what a blessing the past four and half years have been to me and my family…
My prayer for all of you is this: that you would be moved. May God’s Spirit gently lead you to places of healing, reconciliation, and peace. And at times, may God’s Spirit unsettle you. As you discern what it means to be a community of faith in this time and this place, may you stand open to the leading of the Spirit.
To God alone be the glory!
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on last thing if you ever find your self in kodiak you should try to meet with one of the monks from st michaels skete on spruce island were St. Herman the Alaskan lived, prayers and loved God.
Author:BCE
You should look a the Christian East if you want to find mysticism. The eastern understanding of Theosis and that the physical word is sacred and redeemable is very mystic. I think you would like a lot of the podcasts at ancient faith radio. http://ancientfaith.com/ Here is a pod cast out of England that reflects on the writings of some of the first Christians. http://ancientfaith.com/podcasts/holyfathers also this one in particular deals with the renewal of creation http://ancientfaith.com/podcasts/holyfathers/creation_and_sacrifice_in_st_symeon_the_new_theologian may god guide and bless you on your contemplation and reflection.
Author:BCE