Breath and the Spirit: Moments of Pentecost

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Have you ever experienced something so beautiful, so meaningful that it took your breath away for a split moment, followed by reverence and awe?  I’ve had a few of these.  Just recently while driving on an isolated road in mid-morning, I saw a red tail hawk descend toward me, gracefully and almost mischievously demanding my attention and then up it flew in a perfect spiral catching sunbeams on its wings until it was out of sight.  I stopped the car to watch, so inviting its dance had been.  It took my breath away.  Another time, our dog Allie and I were sitting at the bank of Tinker’s Creek when suddenly a plump of Canada geese erupted out of the horizon, furious black wings and bodies beating against a magenta spring sky at twilight.  I was amazed at their number, possibly two hundred, and their obstreperous honking as they plunged into the water dousing us completely and then, almost on cue, going silent and bobbing along the coursing stream, no resistance, no fury.  It took my breath away.  And then, on the evening before the merger of our two communities into one as the Sisters of Charity of Cincinnati, I was walking alone on the first floor when suddenly I heard beautiful singing coming from the chapel.  The Sisters’ choir was practicing for the next day’s special liturgy.  I stood at the bottom of the staircase where I could hear the joy, excitement and sincerity in the voices resonating within the timbers of this house, about to be my new home.  And it took my breath away.

This must have been what happened to the disciples and apostles on that first Pentecost.  Every astonishing moment they had experienced with Jesus during his mission took their breath away.  But those moments were now replaced by a command.  The excitement of having been his followers became solemnized; they had to continue the mission.  The Spirit now breathed into them.  Their breath was now parrhesia, the fruits and gifts of the Spirit for timid men and women, the holy breath behind the preaching of His Name, a preaching everyone could understand in that assembly, that day of the first Pentecost.


When a moment of surreal beauty appears before us, we are suspended in that beauty.  We neither hear nor see nor remember anything else; we are embraced by beauty and its meaning.  But when it passes we are left to take the moment with us, to make something meaningful of it.  Maybe we draw it, or compose a poem, or take a picture, or say a prayer, or make a commitment.  We let it work in us and we share it. 

That’s what the apostles did on Pentecost.  Their once breathless moments were changed into the breathing of the Holy Spirit from which they now preached a new message, a new Gospel, a breaking of bread.  We read that this moment, this ecstatic breath was so powerful that everyone in the house and outside heard a “strong driving wind.”  The apostles and disciples “began to make bold proclamations as the Spirit prompted them.”

Can you think of a time when something took your breath away?  Did you do something about it?  Did it change your life in some way?  Did you see it as a gift from God?

My friends and Anonymous Angels: Our Jewish friends say that breath is God within us and we must share this God in all we do and say in this life.  We Christians believe that the Holy Spirit is in our breath.  Do we converse and act as if we truly believe this?  God bless each of you with moments of Holy Beauty when your breath is taken away!

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  1. I have found in the person I love moments that take away my breath – moments of beauty, moments of awe, moments of wonder, moments of unadulterated joy. Thank you for sharing!


  2. Wonderful reflection! Thank you Mary Ann. During the last two months, I have had the time to really see and take in the beaurty of nature and all things small. this is a good time to have our breathe taken away or given away in love.


  3. I have volunteered at Trinita, a family development camp that the Missionary Servants of the Most Blessed Trinity, the Sisters of my spiritual family, runs every summer since 1923. Well, I have served for two weeks every year since 2007, excepting the year I broke my hip and this summer. We are unable to have the camp this summer because of the pandemic. But each year I have served I have had several moments that took my breath away. Each summer’s volunteering has given me so much Spirit that it has sustained me for the whole year.
    Thank you for your terrific reflection!
    In high school, when you were one of my teachers at Lumen Cordium, I had several of those moments as well. I remember the moment in Mass when I was taking Latin and I was able to translate the Mass for myself as being one of the first of those moments. God speaks to us each day, help us to be aware!


  4. Lucky for me, I’ve had many such moments. Recently, though, I was going through old family photographs and found a picture of my mother I had never seen. She must have been maybe twenty, and she was lovingly holding a black cocker spaniel. When I saw the contrast of her light sweater with the puppy’s charcoal like fur combined with her dark eyes brightly laughing, I was speechless. I know I thanked God for that moment because I fell in love with her all over again.


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