When the day of Pentecost had come, they were all together in one place.
They were together in their humiliation.
They were together in their grief.
They were together in their rage.
They were together in their humanity.
And suddenly from heaven there came a sound like the rush of a violent wind…
A man bleeding, collapsing on the road.
A woman dying in her own apartment.
A man gasping that he couldn’t breathe.
And at this sound the crowd gathered…
They gathered to grieve.
They gathered to protest.
They gathered to demand.
They gathered to declare their humanity.
Amazed and astonished, [the crowd] asked…
They asked why you deserved this.
They asked for submission to violence.
They asked for time for the process.
They offered… nothing.
…In our own languages we hear them speaking about God’s deeds of power.
God made us children.
God made us adults.
God made us human.
God made us the equal of anyone.
All were amazed and perplexed, saying to one another, “What does this mean?”
Do you have to ask?
If you have to ask,
how can you know?
But others sneered.
Oh, yes. We have heard this before.
But Peter… raised his voice and addressed them, “…This is what was spoken through the prophet Joel: ‘I will pour out my Spirit upon all flesh, and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy…'”
We will declare the justice of the Creator.
We will declare the injuries of the Created.
We will demand the justice of the order.
We will defy the structures of the racists.
May everyone who calls on the name of the LORD be saved.
A poem/prayer based on Acts 2:1-21, the Revised Common Lectionary First Reading for Year A, Pentecost Sunday.
The image is “Pentecost” by JESUS MAFA. Used by permission under Creative Commons Attribution/Noncommercial/ShareAlike 3.0 license.