Pentecost is
an explosive event. There is no other way
to read the description of the descent of the Holy
Spirit in chapter two of the Acts of the Apostles:
the “strong driving wind” filling the house, the
personal experience of God’s Spirit “filling” the
disciples, the vision of “tongues of fire” that
“rest upon them,” the miracle of having the power to
speak in diverse languages to the crowd.
And there is no
other way to interpret the objective events that
then take place. A disheartened group of “120
persons” (Acts. 1:15), who had been huddling in
hiding for fear of the Jewish authorities, suddenly
begin audaciously preaching in public. Peter, the
coward and the denier of the Lord, gives the
Church’s first dogmatic teaching (“Let the whole
house of Israel know that the Lord has made both
Lord and Messiah this Jesus whom you crucified!”
[Acts 2:36]), converting 3,000 people. The Church
is born!
Any explosion
necessarily involves fire. And fire,
as we all know, burns as well as gives warmth; it
consumes the dead wood (or fossil fuel) in the very
process of making our life on this planet possible.
The 20th-century poet T. S. Eliot
had the most incisive grasp of the meaning of
Pentecost as the coming of the Spirit of fire
of any contemporary Christian I know. Here is what
he wrote in his famous work Four Quartets:
“The dove
descending breaks the air
With flame of
incandescent terror
Of which the
tongues declare
The one
discharge from sin and error.
The only hope,
or else despair
Lies in the choice of pyre or pyre
–
To be redeemed from fire by fire.
“Who then
devised the torment? Love.
Love is the
unfamiliar Name
Behind the
hands that wove
The
intolerable shirt of flame
Which human
power cannot remove.
We only live, only suspire,
Consumed by either fire or fire.”
May the
fires of Pentecost burn away
“the old self of our former way of life,
corrupted through deceitful desires” (Eph. 4:22)
and ignite in us the presence of “our God who
is a consuming fire” (Heb. 12:29)!