The psalmist today offers us a great inspiration when we are shadowed by darkness or despair:“The Lord is my light and my salvation
whom should I fear?
The Lord is my life’s refuge;
of whom should I be afraid?”
The Scriptures cry out to us: trust and pray. Trust in God’s generosity and mercy. And in the midst of our darkness, pray for light.
The disciples could never have imagined what was to come – or the astounding all that would unfold: the millions of lives that would be changed across thousands of years. How that moment of grace called Pentecost would come upon them like tongues of flame and ignite a revolution. The churches that would be built, the universities that would be erected, the hospitals and missions and charities that would fan across the world in the name of Christ the Lord.
We are a part of that.
But in those mysterious days before Pentecost, the disciples knew that their future was clouded with doubt and mystery.
And all they could do was pray.
That is the great legacy, and lesson, of the Sunday between Ascension and Pentecost.
It comes down to just one word: pray. Significantly, the disciples didn’t just practice prayer alone. They also did it in community. They turned to others for help and support.
So should we.
Our great communication with God – our ongoing conversation with Him – happens both singularly, and collectively. Communication also happens in community; we are the Body of Christ, and that means we are, together, not only his hands and his feet. We are also his voice — to one another, and to the world.
Wait for it.
Watch for it.
Pray for it.
The disciples in the upper room did.
And they ended up setting the world ablaze.
