The wind at our backs, we entered Jerusalem.
Only to watch him die on the cross.
It spiraled so quickly. Trial. Torture. Crucifixion. Death.
But on the third day the breath of God blew new life into our futures.
Forty days with the risen Jesus.
Before he ascended, Jesus reminded us that the Spirit will come.
It was on Pentecost.
It was on Pentecost when the wind, breathed into each and everyone of us.
Let us pray:
Sacred breath, move through this room. Unlock a song within your people. Breathe into us your hopes and dreams for a world filled with justice, love, and peace. Amen.