Many expect to experience it only as a lighting bolt while missing the still small voice. There those who believe it is always manifested in a radical, almost “other- worldly” way, while the ‘everyday-ness’ goes unnoticed. Others have no expectations while the truly miraculous goes unacknowledged. Some assume that it is brought forth by their own volition all the while it is unquestionably a gift.
Yet once you have had a moment, an experience, an awareness or an openness to its movement in your life…
Spirit Truth pure Light of Love, Guiding Light of God above; make your beacon ours; inspire us to shine so all may know the radiance of the Spirit’s own revealing power. Spirit Wind, sweet Song of Love, stirring song of God above, make your music ours; excite us to sing so all may know the anthem of the Spirit’s own resounding power. Spirit Fire, fierce Breath of Love, blazing breath of God above, make your passion ours; impel us to live so all may know the fervor of the Spirit’s own resplendent power. – Carol McClure
Pentecost…it is not a day; it is an endless gift.