Text: Acts 2:1-4 & 1 Corinthians 12:1-13
I consider Pentecost to be part of the “Big 3” of the church liturgical year along with Christmas Eve and Easter worship. So the Pentecost story in Acts 2 is a big deal, and a pretty extraordinary story: violent rushing wind, tongues of fire, people speaking in foreign languages yet able to understand each other. Perhaps our imaginations often form this image of a massive gathering of people experiencing all this – the first megachurch was born! Only thing is, that’s not how the story goes. If you read a bit earlier in chapter one, it’s just the 12 disciples, Jesus’ inner circle, who were present. Jesus has just ascended to heaven, leaving the disciples a bit lost and wondering what was next. This is the setting for event in Acts 2 we just read. My point is this: the Pentecost story, where the Holy Spirit bestowed gifts on Jesus’ closest followers, happened in a house, as scripture tells us. It wasn’t the birth of the megachurch, but rather the first Pentecost occurred in a small church.
I can resonate with that notion, because Pentecost moments where God changed and empowered me happened in small churches. It’s places like small Balsamlund Lutheran Church in Aldrich, Minnesota, population 41, worshipping about 25 folks. I grew up in that churh and learned a few things, like playing games of red light, green light on the church basement stairs, going through Sunday School with my sister and one other kid as my grandma, our teacher, simply opened up he bible, read from it and we talked about it. I watchedold men tell stories and talk about the weather and farming, and played organ through my high school years.
It was tiny little Christ United Methodist Church in Groton, Connecticut, worshipping about 35 folks a Sunday, where I spent three months at Submarine Officer Basic Course. In my time there, I played guitar for children’s ministry, discovered my love for discussing theology with the pastor in the parking lot after worship, and learned the church could be a home away from home that I could escape from the demands of memorizing countless information about submarine systems and tactics.
It was little Redeemer Lutheran Church in North Minneapolis, Minnesota, where I began to discover I had a gift and passion to minister to the lost, to those who are shut out and excluded from the church because of realities such as race, social and economic class, sexual orientation, religious belief, age, and gender. My heart changed in such a way where I knew just exactly how important this good news that Jesus came to seek the lost, to suffer with them, and raise them up to new life so that they might know they are not alone and that their lives are a gift. It was at Redeemer I began to discover what it meant to be a pastor in this church.
And then there’s you. St. Andrew and Holy Communion Lutheran Churches in Portsmouth, Virginia. And it is here where I was allowed to learn and grow as a pastor in this church. And even more than that, I’ve learned that church is about struggling, challenging, wrestling….and embracing, laughing, caring, and loving…..and staying fully engaged in the present, trusting that God has our future because God promised that in Jesus’ death and resurrection on the cross. It is in these two tiny little churches that I discovered in a very Pentecost way that the Gospel, the news that God send God’s son Jesus to die on a cross and be raised three days later so that we might be free from sin and death and fear actually matters. It’s not a bunch of bible stories nor is it a bunch theological ideas. The gospel matters in our life today.
In all these little churches, it was through the gifts of others – through YOUR gifts – that God changed me. Being church is about God giving gifts and God putting those gifts to work so that others may experience Pentecost in their lives. Now, sometimes those gifts are hard to see in ourselves, whether it’s because of our humility or we just don’t know….so sometimes it takes others to see the gifts in us.
I have a little gift for you this morning: something not so much to remember me by, but something to remind you….remind you of the gifts that exist in you, gifts I have seen at work, and gifts through which God changes lives. And it is these gifts – your gifts – working together as one body that [place the cross at the center] make CHURCH, THE CHURCH. And note there’s plenty of white space on the board to add new names and new gifts as you see them. This display is yours to keep, a reminder, and an answer to this: What is church, and what does it mean to be church? This board is my final answer. YOU are my final answer.
I know our time seems short….only 2 years and 7 1/2 months to be exact. It has been quite a rollercoaster, hasn’t it? We’ve packed a lot of life into that time, I think….wrestling and struggling with things that I don’t think other churches typically have the courage to do. I’m proud we’ve done that together. And then there’s all those questions….I’ve probably asked too many questions, and maybe there’s a small part of you that’ll be happy knowing I’m taking my questions with me….but my questions have sparked your own questions. We’ve asked those questions of each other and I think because of that, we both grew in faith. Yet, as our journeys continue on separate paths, there are other questions left to answer, ones that come with uncertainty or fear of the future, and perhaps ones where you also wonder just how God might use your gifts as church, or doubt God has use for them at all.
But there is one thing we don’t have question or doubt. And to explain that a bit further, I’d like to sing one last song for you. You can follow along with the lyrics on the insert in your bulletin.
YOU are church. It is the gifts God has given YOU that make you church and being church is about the ways that God puts those gifts to work . If you ever doubt that, let this board be a reminder of that. But when even that’s not enough, and those questions and doubts linger, never doubt or question what’s at the center. It is this One Thing that matters, it is at the center. It is our hope and it is a reminder that you are not alone, that your lives are a gift, that God loves YOU. And so do I. Amen.