Sunday Homily May 19, 2013 Pentecost C
Readings:
Genesis 11, 1-9, The whole world spoke the same language.
Psalm 104, Lord, send out your spirit and renew the face of the earth.
Romans 8, 22-27, The spirit comes to the aid of our weakness.
Note: the Genesis and Romans readings are from the vigil Mass readings.
John 14, 15-16, 23-26 If you love me, you will keep my commandments.
Genesis observations
What: First book of the Bible. It presents Adam & Eve, Cain & Abel, Noah and the flood, and the Tower of Babel, our subject today in Chapter 11.
The book also presents the Great Patriarchs, Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob (also called Israel, because he is seen as the father of the tribe) , and Jacob’s 12 sons (12 tribes of Israel), including Joseph, the beloved, youngest son, who is sold to the camel driving caravan, which takes him to Egypt. Which leads us to the book Exodus, and you know what that is
about.
Good reading. Not history. Myth.
Subject: The word Genesis means origins, and that is what it is about.
When: compiled around the end of you know what, the Babylonian Captivity, say, 555 years before Christ.
Our subject: The Tower of Babel. The story is an example of great spin. There were the languages of many tribes in those days. Someone attributes this to the sinfulness of the people. This is like the preacher who said the New Orleans hurricane was sent by God to punish the people.
A Pentecost Story
I have a Pentecost story for you this morning. I am considering Pentecost to be a time when we get hit by a new or special spirit.
This is what happened.
Last Saturday we started building the 73rd Habitat house, many of which are in the Douglas subdivision of East Plano.
We all gathered about 7:30, probably 30 or more people. It was fun to see our community team and to see other people from previous builds.
After a while I begin to know some of these people.
At one point I see an elderly lady I had known from our last build, the next door house. I remember this lady quite well. She had really bummed me off one Saturday at the last house.
I had arrived a bit late this Saturday. Most everyone was putting up and sealing siding. I had done this the Saturday before, so I was comfortable pitching in again. It was muddy because it had rained. I had on my Keene sandals. I noticed this year in the preliminary Habitat notice that they prefer strong shoes with heels and toes. My mistake.
So I see this group of about 3 working on the west side of the house. I go up and ask if they need help. This lady, who is one of the supervisors I
discovered, looks at me and kind of snorts.
My memory tells me that she proceeds to tell me that they don’t need any help, that I am late, and that I don’t even have on correct shoes.
Can you imagine that I was really steamed? So I went around to the east side of the house and worked there for the rest of the morning, avoiding that woman.
Last Saturday morning I see her. I say to myself, “Stay away from her.”
I start helping to build the exterior walls, situating studs, and hammering. Since there are an abundance of people on the exterior walls, I decide to go work on the interior walls where fewer people were working.
You guessed it. The woman is one of the mid-level supervisors of the interior wall project. Pretty soon I am aware of her standing near me watching my hammering. And she says, “Good job.” Then she asks me to help her on some special corner. When I get it just perfect, she
again compliments me and thanks me for coming out.
For the rest of the morning, I work with her, like her assistant, even redoing some of the hammering work the younger people did a little less than exactly. All the time she is most gracious and I find her spirit charming to work with.
I had one of those experiences, folks. Because of one negative experience with this lady, I wrote her out of my will. Last Saturday I had a complete new look. A Pentecost event.
I propose that these Pentecost events can happen with people, with a sunrise or sunset, a piece of music, a meal, a birthday or anniversary, a graduation, a wedding, a birth, or even a death.
What is your last Pentecost event?