While I was reading, in English, about the tongues of fire coming down upon the apostles' heads, others in the congregation began to read in other languages--speaking in Tongues! It was wild. And all the red! Dresses and shirts and my own red shoes. There were colorful Mylar balloons up and down the aisle. The altar was flaming red, the priest was flaming, the flag was busting with fire it was PENTECOST, the Birthday of the Church!
I don't remember Pentecost from long ago in my brief stint in the Episcopal church and even if I did, I doubt we had as much fun with it because that church was more conservative than Grace. And certainly nothing like this happened in the Methodist church when I was growing up. And really, nothing like this happens generally, at Grace, because we are, after all, Episcopalians. We are intellectual. We are reserved. We are really just most-likely-to-hold-things-in, but when we let loose, we can BURN it up! When Brad, our Deacon, began the usual benediction with "Go in Peace," he was interrupted with some whoops and I whooppped of course. Then he said "Go in peace to love and serve the Lord," and we said "Thanks be to God, Alleluia, Alleluia!" and then more whooping. I almost want to cry just writing about it.
Oh! We also had a BRASS Ensemble. And we sang "Earth and All Stars"--I too will praise him with a new song!
What a great start to the week. I am invigorated and enlivened. Praise be to God, ya'll.