On this #Pentecost, I’m not sure. But I feel like maybe, just maybe: We might be experiencing revival. Pandemic, protests, and revival. Maybe. Who would have thought. [thread]

I consider myself a pacifist, peace-maker and proponent of non-violence. I do this imperfectly and I also recognize that due to my immense privilege, I have never really had those convictions truly tested.

But the tension I need to sit in today as someone that holds those convictions is that this is the first Pentecost Sunday in my life where we are seeing fire literally rain down.

I think there’s something there. Like I say, I’m not sure. But maybe revival.

Some of you are uncomfortable with this. I am. I imagine that first Pentecost was uncomfortable too. I’m not sure. Maybe.

But if this is revival, I’d be remiss if I didn’t say this: I follow a brown-skinned man who was lynched. His name is Jesus.

He is Lord and Saviour of my life. He was killed at the hands of an oppressive political regime and a repressive religious system. And he triumphed over that violence by rising from the dead. He is alive.

And He offers us His breath in the form of the Holy Spirit—that’s what we’re celebrating today on Pentecost.

It’s a Spirit, a breath that inspires and empowers us to speak truth to power, that offers us peace, that helps us work for justice.

And He offers it to you too. If you’re tired, weary, burdened today, know that Jesus’ scarred brown arms are open wide towards you. In His arms, it is finished. And so we can weep and lament in His arms.

Lord, send revival. //end