For those of you less liturgically inclined, Sunday was Pentecost, the day when the Church (with a big “C”) commemorates the coming of the Holy Spirit.
For no particular reason, I was asked by our worship planner to read Acts 2:1 at the beginning of the service, just after the prelude. Just the one verse. First let me point out that the verse I was asked to read is one we tend to skip over in order to get to the next one. Acts 2:2 is much more exciting, beginning with “And suddenly…” (and then we get the freight-train wind and the tongues of fire). But I wasn’t assigned that part. Instead, I was asked to stand from my place (I typically sit about 2/3 of the way back on the stage left side of our large sanctuary) and say,
When the day of Pentecost came, they were all together in one place.
I scared the second-grader sitting in front of me half to death, but otherwise didn’t get much reaction. I sat down and we sang a song and the service moved on.
But I sat pondering this: they were all together in one place.
At that important moment, they were all together in one place. They weren’t eating out after church at the local Mexican restaurant (though I wish they were – yum), they weren’t sitting on their own couches in their own homes watching the season finale of a very popular TV series, they weren’t in their dorm rooms on their laptops checking Facebook and grumbling about the new security settings.
They were all meeting together in one place.