Monday, May 2, 2016
An Early Pentecost
Last Wednesday, the lesson at the pre-school was the story of Pentecost.
I know, it was a couple of weeks early. But it was the story they were learning that week in school, so I went along with it. I made a few paper "tongues of fire" and a children's Bible and decided to tell the story.
First, we practiced making sounds like a mighty wind. We practiced starting to make the sound when I said the words "mighty wind" and we practiced stopping when I raised my hands.
After practicing, I asked for twelve students to be the disciples, standing around in a circle, praying, and waiting for the Holy Spirit. It wasn't hard to fine twelve disciples, although it was a little hard to get the youngest of them to understand the concept of standing in a circle and holding hands and praying.
But when we finally got into a circle, and began to pray, then there was sound of the mighty wind that filled the room (cue: mighty wind) and then the tongues of flame appeared from the pages of the children's Bible and given to a few children to hold up in the air. Then the disciples began to speak and everyone could hear them speaking in their own language.
"Does anyone here know another language?" I asked the twelve who were standing in a circle. I said it without thinking about it. After all, the oldest of them was about five years old. It just came out of my mouth on that that early Pentecost morning.
But one little girl said, "Hola."
She got my attention.
A little later, I gave some children the microphone and told them that the Holy Spirit gave them the power to tell people something very important. They got to speak into the microphone and say it. Jesus loves you.
Then, we sang "Jesus Loves Me" too.
We sang it with hand motions. We sang it in a whisper. We shouted it at the top of our lungs. I was sure that they could hear it across the highway.
And a little girl said "Hola." Because she knew another language.
It was an early Pentecost.
And somehow, the Holy Spirit came down, like a mighty wind, like a gentle breeze, like a paper tongue of flame.
O Holy Spirit -- you had me at "Hola."