Pentecost was a Jewish celebration long before it was a Christian one. It was one of the designation of the Feast of Weeks, which came after Passover. In Jesus’ day, Pentecost was a time to renew the covenant God made with Noah. This festival day seems to be the reason the disciples gathered together in one place. They were good Jews and wanted to observe the holy day.
Jesus had ascended to heaven, leaving his disciples behind. He had told them that God would give them a great gift after he departed. Jesus had indicated it would be the Holy Spirit. Sometimes we hear that the Holy Spirit was not among human beings until the day of Pentecost, but that’s not the case. The spirit of God moved over the surface of the waters, says Genesis. Ezekiel and Isaiah both spoke of the Spirit, as did the Psalmist. Of course, Peter spoke of the Holy Spirit when he quoted the book of Joel in his sermon in our passage.
So the disciples were waiting for something to happen, but they didn’t know exactly what or when. The Scriptures don’t tell us what they were actually doing just before the Spirit hit them. Of course, what matters is not what they were doing before, but what they did after.
Jesus had promised his disciples that he would send the Holy Spirit. One instance was in the passage from the Gospel of John:
15:26 “When the Advocate comes, whom I will send to you from the Father, the Spirit of truth who comes from the Father, he will testify on my behalf. 27 You also are to testify because you have been with me from the beginning.
16:4b “I did not say these things to you from the beginning, because I was with you. 5 But now I am going to him who sent me; yet none of you asks me, ‘Where are you going?’ 6 But because I have said these things to you, sorrow has filled your hearts.
7 Nevertheless I tell you the truth: it is to your advantage that I go away, for if I do not go away, the Advocate will not come to you; but if I go, I will send him to you. 8 And when he comes, he will prove the world wrong about sin and righteousness and judgment:
9 about sin, because they do not believe in me;
10 about righteousness, because I am going to the Father and you will see me no longer;
11 about judgment, because the ruler of this world has been condemned.
12 “I still have many things to say to you, but you cannot bear them now. 13 When the Spirit of truth comes, he will guide you into all the truth; for he will not speak on his own, but will speak whatever he hears, and he will declare to you the things that are to come. 14 He will glorify me, because he will take what is mine and declare it to you. 15 All that the Father has is mine. For this reason I said that he will take what is mine and declare it to you.
Right off the bat Jesus tells us that the Holy Spirit is the Advocate. An advocate is someone who takes the side of another. There are two senses of advocacy. One is friendship or alliance.
I remember reading a short story written about a hundred years ago of two brothers, rivals as brothers often are, whose mother’s birthday was coming up. Each saved money to buy her a special present.
Their family was of the working poor. Mom was a maid, and her sons saw her every day leave home carrying her broom, her mop and bucket, and cleaning rags. They knew she worked very hard for them.
The older brother determined to save enough money to buy his mother a small comb with a silver handle – an astonishing luxury for a woman whose husband had not been able even to afford to buy her a diamond for her ring. The older brother hauled coal, swept stables and ran errands for people for a nickel each until he had enough to buy the comb. He bought it, hid it under his bed, and counted the days until his mother would receive it. He imagined the thrill he would get as he thought of how she would react to such a splendiferous present. Her could hardly sleep at night.
Truth be told, though, one big reason he wanted to give her the silver comb was that he knew his younger brother could not possibly attain so grand a present. He relished a looming sense of superiority over little brother.
The big day finally came. After supper, their father, a stock clerk in a store, brought out a modest cake with a single candle. They sang, “Happy Birthday” and mom cut a piece for each of them, making the boys’ pieces the largest. Father left and returned with a small, wrapped package, presented it to his wife and wished her happy birthday. She unwrapped the package to reveal a lace shawl. She held it up in awe. She had never had anything like it before.
Big brother turned to little brother. “You go first,” he said. Little brother disappeared out the back and returned carrying – a new mop and bucket. “Happy birthday, Mom!” he exclaimed happily.
And mom . . . mom just sat back and her eyes filled with tears. But they were not tears of happiness, as older brother quickly noticed. Mom was silent for a moment and then sobbed, “A bucket! It’s my birthday. I scrub on my knees and wring out a mop all day long, and for my birthday I get a mop and bucket!”
Little brother began to cry, too. Then dad said, “Dear, I know what you must be thinking. But please take a look at this bucket. It has wheels, so you won’t have to carry a heavy bucket full of water from one room to another anymore.”
Mother looked up, suddenly interested. “Oh, my,” she said, “that’s good!”
Dad continued, “It has a lever-driven mop squeezer. You won’t have to take the mop to a house’s sink and wring it with your hands anymore. It will wring the mop for you when you press this lever. No more bending over.”
Mom clapped her hands and laughed aloud. “This is so wonderful! I’m sorry I didn’t understand at first!” She took her younger son into her arms and hugged him. “Thank you!” she said.
Father affixed a certain gaze on the older brother. Dad knew about the silver comb. “Son,” said the father, “what is your present for your mother?”
The older brother felt the comb in his pocket. What a treasure it was, and yet something stayed his hand. It was a grand present and fine, but what would Mother think of the bucket when she held the silver comb? Would she remember again how hard she worked for so little, and push her younger son and his bucket aside to embrace a gift to make her feel like a queen, if only a little? How diminished would his little brother feel, again?
“Well,” demanded his father, “what are you giving your mother?”
The older brother said softly, “Half the bucket.”
An advocate is someone who supports you, who props you up, who endorses your honest efforts to do well. I would guess that the younger brother had a different relationship with his older brother from that day on. They were rivals no more, but companions and friends.
One of the most influential religious philosophers of the twentieth century, Alfred North Whitehead, wrote, “Religion is the transition from God the void to God the enemy, and from God the enemy to God the companion.” Some people don’t much think of God at all; to them God is a term without a real referent. God is a void. Others resist the work and will of God in their lives; they scoff at God, perhaps, but really see God as someone opposing them.
But God is really our companion. In fact, I think one of the chief things Jesus did was prove that God is not our enemy and certainly not a void. God is our friend. Yet Jesus said, “. . . if I do not go away, the Advocate will not come to you; but if I go, I will send him to you.”
Unlike Jesus, who could only be in one place at a time, the Holy Spirit is everywhere at once. The Holy Spirit is the enduring companionship of God in our lives. Hence, Paul wrote,
Likewise the Spirit helps us in our weakness; for we do not know how to pray as we ought, but that very Spirit intercedes with sighs too deep for words. And God, who searches the heart, knows what is the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for the saints according to the will of God.
This kind of relationship is intimate and personal. A little word study indicates how close the Spirit is. The Hebrew word for the Spirit of God is ruah, which means breath, or wind. In the beginning, says Genesis, when God created the heavens and the earth, the Spirit (or breath) of God moved across the waters of creation. The New Testament word for Spirit means wind or breath, also. In John 20, Jesus breathed upon his disciples and said, “Receive the Holy Spirit,” which they certainly did on Pentecost. Two unrelated languages used the same concept to name the Spirit of God. Coincidence? I think not.
Breathing is one of the most intimate acts. When a baby is born, the sound of its cries and breathing is the first thing the moms and dads wait for. 9-1-1 operators hear frantic calls that “my child” or my wife or my husband isn’t breathing. Medical care is high-tech, with machines to monitor brain waves and heartbeats, but it is the cessation of breathing that marks the passing.
So considering how the Scriptures describe the Holy Spirit, I would say that the Spirit is as close as our next breath, in a very literal sense. All this is to say the advocacy of the Holy Spirit is up close and personal and allied with us, not opposed to us.
Yet this advocacy and companionship is for a purpose. If on the one hand the Spirit comforts us and intercedes for us, on the other the Spirit also kicks us in the tail to live out our calling as disciples. Consider the famous account of the Day of Pentecost in Acts.
The future apostles and other disciples were all together in one place when “there came a sound like the rush of a violent wind.” Wind, Spirit, I am sure you picked that up. But did you get it: violent wind! Something is up. There is turmoil coming! Then tongues as of fire rested on each of them, then they heard each other speaking is many different languages.
It must have been quite a scene because passersby scoffed that they were all drunk with new wine. Peter, emboldened by the Holy Spirit, preached that the last days had come. And so they had. We live in them still.
What the Spirit did that day was jerk Jesus’ disciples into the future, to bring it about by continuing the work of Christ in the present life of the world. When the Holy Spirit hit them, it hit them all together, at the same time, and it blew them right out of their meeting room into the hostile, mean streets of Jerusalem and the world.
They were transformed into group of folks given something ultimate to do, to tell the entire world about Life. And they were given the ability and power to do it, the power of the Holy Spirit.
Pentecost is thus called the birthday of the Church. The great days of the Church are not only in the past. What happened on Pentecost can happen again – here and now – when we are willing to be picked up, possessed of God and be used as God’s instruments, when we are willing to set aside the pleasures and profits of the secular world so we can be instruments of God’s love and witnesses to Christ’s salvation.
On Sundays when we are together in one place, God comes into our lives to renew our redemption and our redemptive purpose, to heal our wounds and sustain us in our community of faith. God sends us to carry each other’s burdens, to meet one another’s difficulties. God calls us to live above mundane things and rise above despair and anxiety. God calls us to God’s self, to seek God’s face in our hearts and the hearts of others. So we meet together.
May the Holy Spirit rest on us and send us out of the church as witnesses into the streets where we live and work.
