that is what the white lettering
on his black t-shirt said
I don’t know what the maker meant
for me to see in those words
But, here in church,
I see the birth of the church, Pentecost
a day of fire, of flames changing
the history of the world
commissioning timid followers
into bold disciples, missionaries
charged to save each human soul
across the face of the globe, across
the sands of time
Good news spread like a brush fire
through the centuries after that
singular day of fire
March 16, 2008
Wesley United Methodist Church,
Concord, NH, Rejuvenation service
Pentecost, Acts 2:1-12
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