Jackie, my first cousin, came with her mother to my daddy’s
funeral in 1950 when I was 11. That was probably the only time Jackie and I
ever saw one another. She, oldest of nine children, lived in Texas; I in Iowa. Separated by time and space.
Distant relatives. Pentecost.
Jackie died May 4 at the age of 93. Pentecost is Sunday.
Relatives: people “like us.” Pentecost: strangers, gathered
from great distances in one place.
DeeDee, a closer relative, sent me Jackie’s obituary and
funeral home video from Alto, Texas. I saw pictures of Jackie, for the first
time. I didn’t know her; didn’t know as a young woman she sang on a half-hour radio program in Chicago. I didn’t
know she and her husband worked manufacturing airplanes during World War II.
I viewed the video of pictures spanning childhood through
the many decades of her life. I related, from a distance. In her face I
recognized familiar faces in my family: Aunt Helen, Aunt Ruth, Aunt Dorothy, cousins
Beverly, Shirley, Mary, and more. I met
Jackie and also said good-bye and saw that hers was a life of laughter and
love.
Throughout my lifetime in the Church I have often wondered, “How
is it that we keep connected through the years to brothers and sisters in the
faith, people who are not our relatives?
People whose faces do not resemble ours at all?”
Pentecost. The Church
is not a genetic family who look only like us. Church is more than family. It
is a Communion.
Acts: When the day of Pentecost had come they were all
together in one place.
All of them were filled with the Holy Spirit and began to
speak in other languages as the Spirit gave them ability.
The crowd gathered and was bewildered, because each one
heard them speaking in the native language of each.
This Jesus God raised up and all of us are witnesses.
All who believed were together and had all things in common.
And day by day the Lord added to their number those who were
being saved.
The disciples were surprised.
I’ve often wondered in awe . . .
God creates. God relates.
And God continues to broaden the communion, binding us together in Jesus
Christ. The Spirit surprises us with
people who may not resemble us at all, but joins us through adoption, refugee
resettlement, immigration, and global justice. In what language are we to
listen? What political issue do we need to understand? Whose facial feature is
so different and yet heart so similar? I wonder. This Pentecost I may just meet
some hungry people who feed the non-hungry? A whole congregation who breaks
bread together with glad and generous hearts.
I thank God for Jackie’s life. And I stand in awe.
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