The New Testament Lesson Acts 4:5-12
When the day of Pentecost had come, they were all together in one place. And suddenly from heaven there came a sound like the rush of a violent wind, and it filled the entire house where they were sitting. Divided tongues, as of fire, appeared among them, and a tongue rested on each of them. All of them were filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak in other languages, as the Spirit gave them ability.
Now there were devout Jews from every people under heaven living in Jerusalem. And at this sound the crowd gathered and was bewildered, because each one heard them speaking in the native language of each. Amazed and astonished, they asked, “Are not all these who are speaking Galileans? And how is it that we hear, each of us, in our own native language? Parthians, Medes, Elamites, and residents of Mesopotamia, Judea and Cappadocia, Pontus and Asia, Phrygia and Pamphylia, Egypt and the parts of Libya belonging to Cyrene, and visitors from Rome, both Jews and proselytes, Cretans and Arabs—in our own languages we hear them speaking about God’s deeds of power.” All were amazed and perplexed, saying to one another, “What does this mean?” But others sneered and said, “They are filled with new wine.”
But Peter, standing with the eleven, raised his voice and addressed them, “Fellow Jews and all who live in Jerusalem, let this be known to you, and listen to what I say. Indeed, these are not drunk, as you suppose, for it is only nine o’clock in the morning. No, this is what was spoken through the prophet Joel:
‘In the last days it will be, God declares, that I will pour out my Spirit upon all flesh, and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, and your young men shall see visions, and your old men shall dream dreams.
Even upon my slaves, both men and women, in those days I will pour out my Spirit, and they shall prophesy. And I will show portents in the heaven above and signs on the earth below, blood, and fire, and smoky mist. The sun shall be turned to darkness and the moon to blood, before the coming of the Lord’s great and glorious day. Then everyone who calls on the name of the Lord shall be saved.’
Pentecost is the sort of day that you can never run out of things to talk about. The Spirit shows up in a big way. Languages appear among God’s people and they are suddenly able to tell the story of Christ to people they’d never be able to reach before. We are not given any account of what the believers preached that day, only Peter’s explanation of why the miracle they are participating in is even possible. The words of Pentecost, the words made possible by the Holy Spirit, are ironically lost to time.
It seems that whatever was spoken was powerful enough to change hearts and minds all the same. The Testimony of the Gospel on that day was enough to light a fire in the hearts of the crowd such that, “daily,” people were joining the Church. Peter goes on, past where we stopped reading today, to give an overview of what the Gospel consists of. Christ came to live among us and showed his divinity in signs and wonders. Christ was then killed, something that did not stop God’s work through him, but that accomplished what God set out to do. Christ’s death was only a temporary state as he was soon raised from the dead and in that resurrection confirmed to be “Lord and Messiah.” We are called then to be baptized and repent in response to this show of God’s love. To be transformed and to find new life bursting within ourselves.
It is a very early presentation of the Gospel. It has no frills and does not try to do anything other than describe what had happened. Christ came to save us, Christ has saved us, and Christ will return to finalize that salvation at the end of all things. Until then, we have the Spirit to guide us, but not just to guide us, but to perfect us through repentance, and not just to perfect us, but to fill us with the means to share what God has done in our life. The whole existence of the Church is a testimony of God’s work. On Sinai, at the Cross, in the Resurrection, and in the continual pouring out of the Spirit. God is at work in all time and space.
I’m a historian at heart. My undergraduate work – the part that wasn’t chemistry – focused on historical theology. How do God’s people talk about God in different periods of history and what does that tell us? What have different eras revealed to us about God’s will and what are the universal truths that transcend the eras we find ourselves in? This attitude transfers over to every aspect of my life. I always want to know the, “Why,” of a text as much as I do what it says.
When I stand here in this Church, its history has decided a lot about what it is. Whether the foundation is Methodist Protestant or United Brethren, the roots of our theology go deeper than the sign on the front of the building. The local flavor always adds a twist to it too. The people that sit in the pews always affect more than anything else. Our stories, our legacy, they all change the trajectory of a church in ways larger forces never could. We are all wrapped up in the midst of rivers of time and culture, but we are steering the boat – that is always true.
What we do as a Church, every moment that we are working or teaching or proclaiming the word, is a testament to what God has done in our lives. In Greek the word for testimony is “Μαρτυριον (Marturion,) from which we get the word, “Martyr.” The idea was not just that you stand up and say something, but that every part of life became the story you told. To testify is to embody, proclaim, and live the life that we have received from Christ. Testimony as we know it, telling that story, is a part of the equation, but it cannot be the sum of the matter. We should be able to explain how we came to faith and what that faith has meant to us, but it should show in much more than just our words.
With that being said, I would like to give you all my own testimony. Afterall, I should have hopefully demonstrated some fruits of the Spirit by now in other aspects of my life. However, the story of my faith itself, I’m not sure I’ve ever given to you all.
I was born to two unmarried people, barely adults. I was not intended in any way shape or form. Yet, the two of them did their best for me, and had the support of my maternal family throughout my life. Eventually my parents split up, which was long overdue for both their sake and mine. My father would remarry, and I would be introduced, for the first time, to the Church. At First United Methodist Church of Berkeley Springs, my stepmother began the work of showing the Gospel to my unchurched self. It took time for the seeds to germinate, but by sixteen I was able to consider myself Christian and I was baptized just after my 15th birthday. I had a religious experience – seeing God appear to me and promise I would see God fully one day, just “Not yet.” I had the zealous faith of a new convert, but that was short lived.
Despite feeling that God was leading me to ministry, I shut myself up. I finished school and went to college to be an engineer. That was too much like business… So, I tried to be a teacher… That didn’t feel quite right either… In my personal life, I had stagnated. I still was faithful, I was still doing my best to live out my faith, but I wasn’t growing in my faith either. Finally, a professor of mine told me to follow my initial feelings of call – I went after it, and before I knew it, I was enrolled in seminary.
This is when my life would reach its lowest point. I was in a toxic relationship and horrifically depressed, I had not yet escaped one or treated the other. My faith suffered, my family relationships suffered, I became increasingly cruel and critical. The light threatened to be snuffed out within me. Finally, I had a moment of complete despair. While take Greek and learning about Methodist History, I had a realization. “I’m not a good Methodist and I am hardly a Christian.” Sure, I’m in Seminary and I go to chapel every week, but I was just following the motions. I finally broke down, I wasn’t able to sleep for weeks, I was constantly violently sick to my stomach. The crisis pushed me to do what I needed to… I finally found a therapist to sort out my mind and I recommitted myself to my faith, because something had to change or I would be dead within the year – one way or another.
My life began to grow again. Christ was able to break through the walls I’d been putting up. My heart began to soften again, and my prayers became more regular and earnest. I escaped the relationship that had been feeding my worst habits and I began to repair what I could between me and my family and those friends I had not completely alienated. I worked hard and, with God pushing me forward, I began to resemble what I had long ago wished to be. I took on a Church and my longtime friend, Grace, and I started dating. Within a year we would be engaged, and within three months of being engaged we would be married. Ministry worked at my heart alongside the Spirit, and I became more and more what I wanted to be.
Since then, mostly, I have been with you all. You’ve been present for my growth since then. To the observers around me throughout all this, maybe the story would not seem as dramatic – except to those who knew me best. Yet, I can tell you that even in my short life I have seen rises and falls in my faith. I am thankful to God that I had the breakdown I did in Seminary, because it saved my soul and my life. I stand before you, not as someone with an especially dramatic story of faith, but one that nonetheless has been a result only of what God has set up in my life. I am here today because God is good, because Christ forgives sins, and because through all that – redemption is possible.
In the early days of the faith, the disciples did not have the fullness of doctrine and history that we do. Christ had just ascended to Heaven, there wasn’t time yet to formulate complicated ideas of faith or doctrine. All they had was their story, their scripture, and the Spirit – and wouldn’t you know it, that was more than enough. I hope that we can begin to see God at work within us, can tell our stories without hesitation, and can proclaim Christ in word, in deed, and in prayer upon, upon prayer. People of God, we the people of God are a testimony to God’s goodness. Tell that testimony and live that testimony well. – Amen.