What a party! What a morning— colors, singing, merriment, tongues of fire and understanding, grace, arresting, Spirit-sent. Shifting shape, you fly mysterious, Holy Spirit, fire and dove. Come again, and move among us with your wisdom, grace, and love. Joyful now, the church, amazing, freshly born, set free from fear. Oh, so perfect, what an ending— can we leave the story here? No, the story must continue for the church was born in strife— not a fix, not a solution, but a loving way of life. In our own lives we are lonely, we are frightened. Spirit, come. We are hungry for your presence, Spirit, make our hearts your home. Spirit, come along beside us. Spirit, speak when we cannot. Spirit, join us in the struggle, Spirit, sensed, but never caught. Bringing sickness, bringing sorrow, bringing also joy and play— all we have and are and hope for, bringing these we come today. Far beyond that fiery moment when the Spirit shone so bright, still, we celebrate your presence in the din and the delight.
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