Acts 2:1-21 | John 20:19-23
They gathered together, and they prayed.

Last week I ended by talking about the way that the disciples responded to Jesus leaving them; leaving them with a promise, but at the same time, leaving them alone.

They gathered together – they got all the followers of Jesus, men, women and children, together, and they prayed together.

And I have to wonder – just what it was that they prayed? Were they praying for Jesus to return? For at the ascension they had heard the words: “he will come back in the same way that you saw him leave”. Or were they praying for a new leader? Or for wisdom, or courage?

Perhaps, inspired by the vision of Jesus’ departure, they were reminded of the promise Elijah made to Elisha, before he was taken into heaven in a very similar way: that the one who saw the prophet depart would receive a double portion of his power.

Most likely, I would guess, they didn’t know what to pray. Perhaps they fell back on the prayers Jesus had taught them, or the psalms, or other prayers they had grown up with in the synagogue.

I think it’s probably a fairly safe bet that they weren’t praying for what happened next. But it’s also a pretty safe bet that whenever God does something worldchanging it takes God’s people as much by surprise as it takes everyone else.

But what they weren’t doing, was – well, anything else. Because if they had only learned one thing in three years with Jesus it was this:

They weren’t going to achieve anything without him.

Experience with Jesus had shown them that when they were with him, anything was possible. The blind could see and the lame walk, those held captive by evil could be free, the thief, the terrorist, the collaborator, the prostitute – all could change, all could find a new way of life, a new purpose, a new sense of who they were. With Jesus they could face down opposition, deal with criticism, speak the truth to weak and powerful alike. With Jesus, they knew they were a force to be reckoned with.

But without him? Without him they were a rabble; confused, cowardly, jealous, competitive; about as dysfunctional as any group of people picked more or at random and thrown together. They wanted to do the work of God, the work of the Kingdom, but it just didn’t work.

It just didn’t work without God.

And Jesus had made them a promise. It’s a promise we remember every time we light the Christ candle in Church; the promise that he would be with them, even to the end of the age. That whenever they gathered in his name, he would be there. That his people would never walk in darkness, never walk alone.

And when Jesus had been taken from them, at the crucifiction, those words must have rung in their memories like a mockery of all their hopes and dreams, all their expectations of a king and a kingdom.

And then he had come back, returned to them – and then left again. And if anything, that second departure must have been even more confusing than the first. For him to be taken from them made sense – devestating sense, for sure – but for him to choose to leave? To have their hopes and expectations dashed once more, just as hope had been rekindled?

But he had left them with a command – wait in Jerusalem – and a promise – you will receive power. And they clung onto these words, through the fear and confusion that surely gripped them.

And now, at Pentecost, the time had come for Jesus’ promise to be kept.

Perhaps, with hindsight, they might have seen that there was a difficulty with the promises he’d made them. To always be with them, whenever they gathered together. And not just with them, but with all those who came to believe through them.
And they were to be his witnesses; not just in Jerusalem, but in Judea, Samaria, and to the ends of the earth.

How could one man; even Jesus; keep these promises? If the good news of his Kingdom was to spread, to be preached in every corner of the world; if small groups of believers were going to spring up in villages and towns and cities across the Roman world and beyond, and gather together in his name and for the work of his Kingdom; if they were to meet in Synagogues and city squares and private houses and by the sides of rivers; how would he be with them? How would he keep his promise?

Pentecost was the answer to that riddle.

The power, the presence of God; the power, the presence of Jesus; would be with them all. Everywhere. All the time.
And not just in the sense that God was always everywhere. For of course part of the Jewish and Christian – understanding of the Spirit of God was that there was nowhere in all creation that God was absent. The psalmist wrote:

Where can I go from your spirit?
Or where can I flee from your presence?
If I ascend to heaven, you are there;
if I make my bed in Sheol, you are there.
If I take the wings of the morning
and settle at the farthest limits of the sea,
even there your hand shall lead me,

But alongside this sense of the everywhereness of God, there was also an understanding of God’s special presence in some places – the burning bush, the holy of holies – and with some people – the prophets, the judges. And it is this understanding of God’s presence that Joel took and expanded in his prophecy, and Peter claimed as the meaning of Pentecost:

“I will pour out my Spirit upon all flesh”

The Old testament prophecy – that a day would come when the special presence of God would not be restricted to a chosen few, but given as a gift to all God’s people, young and old, slave and free, male and female – and Jesus’ promise that he would be with his people always, even to the end of the age, come together in the mystery of Pentecost.

I’ve never met a world leader – a Prime Minister, or a President, or a King or Queen. To be honest, I’ve never really wanted to. But a King who promised to be personally there for every one of his citizens would be doomed to rule over a very small kingdom.

A faith which gathered around a single candle would be a very small faith.

The great miracle, the mystery of Pentecost is that just as we can light this candle today, and celebrate Jesus’ presence with us, so the same flame burns in St. Ives, in Woolongong, in Perth, in Denpasar, in Port Vila, in Jaipur, in Bucharest, in London, in Buenos Aires, in Toronto, in Bejing, in Yokohama, in Pretoria.

Just as Jesus promised, just as Joel prophecied; pentecost took the kingdom of God – the presence of Christ – global.


One Thought to “Pentecost”

  1. Marjorie and Ian Howden

    I would like to share with you a Penticost experience we enjoyed in Singapore for More than 6 years. The Presbyterian Church there has 4 congregations, English, Chinese, Indonesian and Dutch. Throughout the year they meet separately, many hundreds in each congregation(the Stuarts were there recently and will confirm that the large church is packed).
    On Penticost Sunday the 4 congregations meet together. You have to get there early for standing room only. The sermon is presented in both Mandarin and English and the hymns are sung together, same tune but each singing in their own language. The combined choir is large and dressed in uniform are most impressive.
    This Penticost service was the most uplifting experience that Marjorie and I enjoyed each year while in Singapore.

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