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By Miss Whistle on Sunday, May 23, 2010 6:59 PM
By Miss Whistle on Sunday, May 23, 2010 6:59 PM
PHOTO: Whit Sunday (Pentecost) - the day that Christians celebrate the gift of the Holy Spirit.
Posted by Miss Whistle on Sunday, May 23, 2010 6:59 PM
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Whit Sunday or Pentecost, is the day that Christians celebrate the gift of the Holy Spirit. It's also the birthday of the church, and in the old days, girls went to church in new, white dresses.
Pentecost is time your church bells would have rung, as the villages of England sprung alive with summer games and maypole dancing, mystery plays and fairs.
How you describe the Holy Spirit? The pronoun "She" in a poem by 4th century theologian St Ephrem:
“She bubbles like a spring, tumbles like a waterfall, meanders like a river and welcomes us like the sea. You may as well try to bottle the wind as capture her. She is wild and unrestrained, surprising and unpredictable, yet true to her character and utterly reliable. She is reticent and reflective, giving glory to the Son and the Father.
Like the wild desert wind she drives and scorches. Like the oil of the olive tree she heals and soothes. In a still, small voice she speaks and questions. The contemptuous proud she resists and brings down. The humble poor she supports and uplifts. Our imagination she enlarges and stretches. Our humdrum existence she enlightens and enlivens. Who can resist the draw of her calling to come to Christ and delight in God? She does not force and manipulate, but coaxes and draws. She inspires, enthuses, interprets and invigorates. She warns and reminds, convicts and convinces. She brings joy and delight, depth and sorrow, a feast in want and fasting in plenty.
She does not ingratiate but delivers grace. She does not calculate but risks adventure. She does not rest on her heels but is fleet of foot. She is not sedentary but agile, not ponderous but quicksilver. All who know her, love her, for she loves the Son and the Father.”
Posted by Miss Whistle on Sunday, May 23, 2010 6:59 PM
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http://misswhistle.blogspot.sg/2010/05/whit-sunday.html
Whit Sunday or Pentecost, is the day that Christians celebrate the gift of the Holy Spirit. It's also the birthday of the church, and in the old days, girls went to church in new, white dresses.
Pentecost is time your church bells would have rung, as the villages of England sprung alive with summer games and maypole dancing, mystery plays and fairs.
How you describe the Holy Spirit? The pronoun "She" in a poem by 4th century theologian St Ephrem:
“She bubbles like a spring, tumbles like a waterfall, meanders like a river and welcomes us like the sea. You may as well try to bottle the wind as capture her. She is wild and unrestrained, surprising and unpredictable, yet true to her character and utterly reliable. She is reticent and reflective, giving glory to the Son and the Father.
Like the wild desert wind she drives and scorches. Like the oil of the olive tree she heals and soothes. In a still, small voice she speaks and questions. The contemptuous proud she resists and brings down. The humble poor she supports and uplifts. Our imagination she enlarges and stretches. Our humdrum existence she enlightens and enlivens. Who can resist the draw of her calling to come to Christ and delight in God? She does not force and manipulate, but coaxes and draws. She inspires, enthuses, interprets and invigorates. She warns and reminds, convicts and convinces. She brings joy and delight, depth and sorrow, a feast in want and fasting in plenty.
She does not ingratiate but delivers grace. She does not calculate but risks adventure. She does not rest on her heels but is fleet of foot. She is not sedentary but agile, not ponderous but quicksilver. All who know her, love her, for she loves the Son and the Father.”
PHOTO: Our imagination she enlarges and stretches. Our humdrum existence she enlightens and enlivens.
Who can resist the draw of her calling to come to Christ and delight in God?
Picture taken from Bukit Timah Nature Reserve on 23rd Oct 2013, 2:02pm
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Heartening new green growth is sprouting from every tree. And the sun was bursting through the clouds.
I'm sure God is pondering greater things, such as whether we believe in Him at all, but I am rather keen on this little poem and the answers it provides to a tricky question.
By Miss Whistle on Sunday, May 23, 2010 6:59 PM
Who can resist the draw of her calling to come to Christ and delight in God?
Picture taken from Bukit Timah Nature Reserve on 23rd Oct 2013, 2:02pm
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Heartening new green growth is sprouting from every tree. And the sun was bursting through the clouds.
I'm sure God is pondering greater things, such as whether we believe in Him at all, but I am rather keen on this little poem and the answers it provides to a tricky question.
By Miss Whistle on Sunday, May 23, 2010 6:59 PM
Picture taken from Bukit Timah Nature Reserve on 23rd Oct 2013, 1:55pm
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- http://misswhistle.blogspot.sg/2010/05/whit-sunday.html