Chocolate Teapots for Sunday 10th May

So there was this day, in the morning sometime, after all the party people had gone to bed and before they got up again that heaven decided, as heaven can only do, to have her own party to rival all other parties. All the party people were in bed getting ready for the next evening. It was all the workers, the lonely, the hungry and the searchers who were out and about.

hey were minding their own business when out of nowhere came a great explosion of fireworks. There were Catherine Wheels (before St Catherine's death gave anyone the idea of spinning flames), sky rockets (before NASA, Sputnik or Arianne), sparklers before Guy Fox had that idea we'd all like to do sometime with the Houses of Parliament). It was the middle of the day but there was flame and wind and noise and just one big party.

But it wasn't the kind of party where everyone sits round the walls but they started talking and blethering and even shouting, confused by all the language that was going on. Not bad language (it is the Bible after all) but just lots of it. The Party Energy had given voice to folk, deep down inside themselves, words they never knew, colours they had never seen, sounds they had never heard, songs they had never sung. It was a bit of a riot. Clearly heaven wasn't Presbyerian at this time.

And we've been living in the echo of that party ever since. It's been kind of infectious, dangerous and addictive, haunting us for thousands of years, and every so often you are allowed to let go again. This is Pentecost. This is the Spirit. This is now.

So what would you like at Sunday's party? If it's wild enough you might just be God's latest witness to the work of the Spirit.