We are Genesis people, born of the Father.
We are Easter people, at the mouth of Jesus’ empty tomb.
And we are Pentecost people, afire with the Holy Spirit. And this is why we see red — Pentecost Red.
The color represents the tongues of flames that descended on the early church. But when I pulled the polka-dot Minnie Mouse dress over her head for church, Anna says there’s more to it than fire:
“Mommy, it’s the color of the heart of Jesus.”
And, yes, Anna, you’re right. For this is how our hearts beat as a Pentecost people: Jesus … Jesus … Jesus. This is our cardiac cycle, and it burns red, and it beats strong.
The Holy Spirit isn’t some wimpy apparition playing a harp. The Holy Spirit is bringin’ it! With power.
“You will receive power when the Holy Spirit has come upon you …
— Acts 1:8
And no, the Holy Spirit isn’t an “it.”
The Holy Spirit is part of the Holy He,
the Holy Three,
the Three in One who was, and is, and is to come.
This Spirit — the One who hovered over the waters, the One who set Jesus-faith afire 2,000 years ago — is the same One alive in us today.
“And I will ask the Father, and he will give you
another Counselor to be with you forever—
the Spirit of truth.”
— John 14:16-17
This Holy Spirit is very God,
able to enter a personality and change it.
This is God,
showing up, setting hearts on fire.
This is God,
giving voice to your words, comfort to your wounds.
This is God.
And in Him, we live …
In the name of the Father.
And of the Son.
And of the Holy Ghost.
We run RED after Him.
Jesus … Jesus … Jesus.
Photos: Pentecost Day here in Iowa.
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