A blessed Pentecost, friends! May you know the power of the risen and reigning Christ resting on you and working through you today, tomorrow, and always!
I wrote this poem about six years ago during the season of Pentecost. Brian and I were waiting to hear God's direction on a life-changing move for our family to a new job, new state, and new church community. We were new to Anglicanism, and I was trying to make sense of the Pentecostal threads of my church upbringing with this new, old tradition.
My imagination had been seeded, weeded and watered with the Gospel accounts of the friends of Jesus waiting for the promise of Pentecost power and direction. I wrote this poem after waiting in our hallway by the closed door of our bedroom. Behind the closed door, Brian answered questions during a phone interview with a group of dedicated and kind Vestry members from a growing Anglican church in Austin, Texas.