This is what happens on Pentecost, as we remember the Spirit of God blowing through the room and giving life to the Church.
Psalm 1 can become our prayer, “God, teach us the ways of Jesus. Root our lives in the stream of your grace. May we live in your mercy and abide in your wisdom.”
When we step out into a larger world, we discover a new song to sing, but it just might be to a familiar tune. A tune we learned long ago.
Love is as old as creation itself. There is nothing new under the sun. There are new ways we can learn to respond to our neighbor, but they are rooted in something old.
The good shepherd helps us reclaim the meaning of the word, love, by helping us reclaim the meaning of the word, neighbor.
We do not use the word bored, not because we do not want to miss something exciting, but because what is exciting can make us miss everything else.
In the same way that our eyes have to adjust to the dark, perhaps they also have to adjust to the light.
Shouting “Hosanna in the highest!” sounds like celebration, and perhaps in part it is, but we should never confuse celebration with hope.
The grace of God might not be the result of what we do, but it might be the reason for what we do.
There is more than one doorway to the church. We are not just talking about the doorways to the physical building, but all the doorways that lead us to the steadfast love of God.