In
the Name of Jesus. Amen.
Anyone got
dandelions? I remember as a child that
delight of holding a dandelion that has gone to seed. You make a wish and then you blow. Whether or not my wish ever came true, the
seeds scattered to make new dandelions.
What power there is in a dandelion!
I think of Pentecost as
a dandelion. All that potential in the
Upper Room after the Resurrection. Then
a mighty wind bursts it open and the Gospel, carried by the disciples, blows to
the corners of the earth.
2000 years later, here
we are, the Gospel, planted in Prineville. The long green season after
Pentecost invites us to become disciples ourselves, to grow, and once again to
carry the Gospel.
Once a week we gather in
this place to learn how to do that, to examine the Scripture, take stock of our potential,
and once again to pledge our lives to Christ.
I don’t know about you,
but every once in a while, whatever the words are that fill this place, at some
point my eyes are drawn to the building itself.
During the Holy, holy, holy, I look to the rafters. During the lessons, I look to the
windows. They are not a
distraction. They are here for that
purpose. The long tradition of church
windows is to preach the Gospel in picture form.
