Pentecost Sunday
Acts 2:1–11; 1 Corinthians 12:3–7, 12–13; John 20:19–23
Holy Spirit, Breath of the living God, come and dwell in us.
You hovered over the first darkness, when the earth was still without form.
You breathed over chaos, and creation began to sing.
You hold the world together.
You make the seed open. You make the grass green. You dress the lily in beauty. You give fragrance to the flower and fruitfulness to the field.
You give flight to the bird, strength to the lion, gentleness to the lamb, and breath to every living thing.
Holy Spirit, Giver of life, come and dwell in us.
You are the hidden fire inside all beauty.
You shine in gold. You sparkle in water. You burn in the morning sun. You move in music. You stir the poet. You guide the hand of the painter. You awaken the mind and teach the heart to wonder.
Holy Spirit, Source of all good, come and dwell in us.
You called Abraham and made him a friend of God.
You strengthened Moses. You spoke through the prophets. You burned in Isaiah. You wept in Jeremiah. You stirred John the Baptist to cry in the wilderness.
You came upon Mary, and the Word became flesh.
You descended on Jesus at the Jordan.
You filled Him as He healed the sick, forgave sinners, touched the wounded, and announced good news to the poor.
Holy Spirit, Spirit of Jesus, come and dwell in us.
On Pentecost, You entered the closed room.
Fear was there. Silence was there. Waiting was there.
Then came wind.
Then came fire.
Then came voices.
The disciples began to speak, and every nation heard the mighty works of God in its own language.
The Gospel found a tongue for every people.
The Church was born not by power, not by strategy, not by human courage, but by You.
Holy Spirit, Fire from heaven, come and dwell in us.
Come into our closed rooms.
Come into our tired prayers. Come into our dry faith. Come into our silent hearts. Come into the places where fear has locked the door.
Teach us again the language of God.
The language of mercy. The language of forgiveness. The language of courage. The language of joy. The language every wounded heart can understand.
Holy Spirit, come and dwell in us.
Without You, our words are empty. Our plans are small. Our faith grows tired. Our Church becomes only a room with closed doors.
But with You, the room opens.
The fearful become witnesses. The divided become one body. The weak receive gifts. The wounded become healers. The Gospel begins to travel again.
Holy Spirit, Giver of life, come and dwell in us.
Not only around us.
Within us.
Not only in memory.
Now.
Not only in the Church of long ago.
Here.
In our breath. In our words. In our hands. In our wounds. In our future.
Come, Holy Spirit.
Make Jesus alive in us.
Set the Church on fire again.
And let every person hear, in the language of the heart, the mighty works of God.
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New Revised Standard Version Bible: Catholic Edition, copyright © 1989, 1993
the Division of Christian Education of the National Council of the Churches of
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