Pentecost is one of the holiest and most joyful days in the Church year and also, one of the hardest Sundays to be a reader. Every year, someone bravely steps up to the lectern and stares down a list of ancient place names, Phrygia, Pamphylia, Cappadocia, and probably whispers a little prayer that goes something like, “Lord, I’ve seen how Hooked on Phonics has worked for others. Please let it work for me now.”
But behind all those tongue-twisting names is something remarkable: this moment is about God speaking clearly, intimately, and personally to people from every corner of the known world.
God meets them where they are, not in abstract ideas but in their own language. In the words and cadences of home.
And here’s what’s even more surprising: the message doesn’t come from diplomats or trained theologians. It comes from Galileans.
That’s not just a geographical detail; it’s the scandal of the story. Galilee was the middle of nowhere. A backwater region, known for its thick accents and simple folk. Nothing impressive came from Galilee. And yet, that’s exactly where the Spirit begins.
Because that’s how God works. God doesn’t speak from the centers of power but from the edges. Not from perfection, but from authenticity.
The Spirit speaks from the Galilees of our lives, the places we think disqualify us, the parts of ourselves we try to hide or clean up, the messy and mundane spaces we think God surely skips over.
But those are precisely the places where the Spirit speaks first.
And let’s not forget, Pentecost didn’t start with the Church. It was already a feast day on the Jewish calendar: Shavuot, the Festival of Weeks, celebrated fifty days after Passover.
It was a festival with two meanings. It marked the first fruits of the harvest. The earliest gleanings of wheat and grain were brought before God as an offering, a sign of trust that more would come. In other words, Pentecost was about beginnings.
But it was also the day Israel remembered the giving of the Law on Mount Sinai. The day Moses received the Ten Commandments, etched in stone and surrounded by smoke, fire, and divine presence. It was a moment of covenant, of identity. Of God saying, You are my people. This is how you will live. So when the Spirit falls at Pentecost, it’s not random. It’s the fulfillment of something very ancient.
The first fruits of the harvest are no longer wheat, but people, awakened to God’s love, gathered into community. And the fire of Sinai doesn’t fall on stone tablets, it falls on human hearts.
The Law that once came externally is now written within us. That’s the deep meaning of Pentecost. It’s both a feast the harvest and the covenant.
And it’s both the beginning of the Church and the continuation of God’s long story of liberation and belonging.
And it starts in Galilee places, in people and communities the world doesn’t expect.
Look through Scripture and you’ll see this pattern again and again. God’s Spirit falls not on the perfect, but the available. Shepherds, youngest sons, frightened prophets, barren women, exiles, and fishermen. People who don’t think they belong in the story, until they do.
And maybe you’ve been living like you don’t belong. Maybe you’ve been told your Galilee doesn’t count. That your voice is too small, your story too strange, your past too messy. But Pentecost would beg to differ.
Because Pentecost is not about God waiting for us to get it all together. It’s about God coming to us right where we are—right in the Galilee of our lives and saying, “This is where I will begin.”
And that changes everything.
We’re so used to living fragmented lives: one version of ourselves at work, another at church, still another behind closed doors. We carry shame. We fear we don’t measure up. We try to compartmentalize our wounds and our doubts.
But the Spirit doesn’t come to shame you.
She comes to integrate you. To bring together all the parts of your life and whisper, You are mine.
As Paul puts it: “You did not receive a spirit of slavery to fall back into fear, but you received a spirit of adoption.”
Not fear. Not performance. But belonging.
That’s what happens at Pentecost. As I said earlier, fire of Sinai doesn’t fall on tablets this time, it falls on hearts. And the Spirit doesn’t speak in the language of law and judgment, but in the language of mercy and understanding.
The good news is proclaimed not in Latin or Greek, but in the everyday words of life in the language of our family, of our home, of our story.
Because God wants to be understood. God wants to speak to your real life. And God wants to speak through your real life.
So what are some examples of places where the Spirit is speaking now?
She’s in those sacred, ordinary places: In hard conversations that risk real connection. In kitchens where food is shared. In sanctuaries where tears are welcomed. In protests for justice. In congregations where LGBTQ+ people, newcomers, and skeptics aren’t just tolerated, but treasured.
And she’s in you.
She’s in the voice that dares to read Scripture out loud even when it’s full of hard-to-pronounce names. She’s in your outstretched hands at the communion rail. She’s in your questions, your story, your Galilee.
And later in the second chapter of Acts, when the crowd heard the good news in their own language and asked, What should we do?, the answer then and now is still the same:
Repent. Be baptized. Receive the Holy Spirit.
Receive her. Let her gather up all the scattered parts of your life and make them whole.
Let her light a fire in you that no fear can extinguish.
Let her send you out not as someone pretending to be worthy, but as your most authentic, Spirit-filled self.
Because Pentecost isn’t just a date on the calendar. It’s a movement that’s still unfolding. It’s God’s “yes” to your Galilee.
Pentecost 2025
Link to the readings (track 2) for June 8, 2025
Sermon by The Rev. Taylor Vines
Pentecost is one of the holiest and most joyful days in the Church year and also, one of the hardest Sundays to be a reader. Every year, someone bravely steps up to the lectern and stares down a list of ancient place names, Phrygia, Pamphylia, Cappadocia, and probably whispers a little prayer that goes something like, “Lord, I’ve seen how Hooked on Phonics has worked for others. Please let it work for me now.”
But behind all those tongue-twisting names is something remarkable: this moment is about God speaking clearly, intimately, and personally to people from every corner of the known world.
God meets them where they are, not in abstract ideas but in their own language. In the words and cadences of home.
And here’s what’s even more surprising: the message doesn’t come from diplomats or trained theologians. It comes from Galileans.
That’s not just a geographical detail; it’s the scandal of the story. Galilee was the middle of nowhere. A backwater region, known for its thick accents and simple folk. Nothing impressive came from Galilee. And yet, that’s exactly where the Spirit begins.
Because that’s how God works. God doesn’t speak from the centers of power but from the edges. Not from perfection, but from authenticity.
The Spirit speaks from the Galilees of our lives, the places we think disqualify us, the parts of ourselves we try to hide or clean up, the messy and mundane spaces we think God surely skips over.
But those are precisely the places where the Spirit speaks first.
And let’s not forget, Pentecost didn’t start with the Church. It was already a feast day on the Jewish calendar: Shavuot, the Festival of Weeks, celebrated fifty days after Passover.
It was a festival with two meanings. It marked the first fruits of the harvest. The earliest gleanings of wheat and grain were brought before God as an offering, a sign of trust that more would come. In other words, Pentecost was about beginnings.
But it was also the day Israel remembered the giving of the Law on Mount Sinai. The day Moses received the Ten Commandments, etched in stone and surrounded by smoke, fire, and divine presence. It was a moment of covenant, of identity. Of God saying, You are my people. This is how you will live. So when the Spirit falls at Pentecost, it’s not random. It’s the fulfillment of something very ancient.
The first fruits of the harvest are no longer wheat, but people, awakened to God’s love, gathered into community. And the fire of Sinai doesn’t fall on stone tablets, it falls on human hearts.
The Law that once came externally is now written within us. That’s the deep meaning of Pentecost. It’s both a feast the harvest and the covenant.
And it’s both the beginning of the Church and the continuation of God’s long story of liberation and belonging.
And it starts in Galilee places, in people and communities the world doesn’t expect.
Look through Scripture and you’ll see this pattern again and again. God’s Spirit falls not on the perfect, but the available. Shepherds, youngest sons, frightened prophets, barren women, exiles, and fishermen. People who don’t think they belong in the story, until they do.
And maybe you’ve been living like you don’t belong. Maybe you’ve been told your Galilee doesn’t count. That your voice is too small, your story too strange, your past too messy. But Pentecost would beg to differ.
Because Pentecost is not about God waiting for us to get it all together. It’s about God coming to us right where we are—right in the Galilee of our lives and saying, “This is where I will begin.”
And that changes everything.
We’re so used to living fragmented lives: one version of ourselves at work, another at church, still another behind closed doors. We carry shame. We fear we don’t measure up. We try to compartmentalize our wounds and our doubts.
But the Spirit doesn’t come to shame you.
She comes to integrate you. To bring together all the parts of your life and whisper, You are mine.
As Paul puts it: “You did not receive a spirit of slavery to fall back into fear, but you received a spirit of adoption.”
Not fear. Not performance. But belonging.
That’s what happens at Pentecost. As I said earlier, fire of Sinai doesn’t fall on tablets this time, it falls on hearts. And the Spirit doesn’t speak in the language of law and judgment, but in the language of mercy and understanding.
The good news is proclaimed not in Latin or Greek, but in the everyday words of life in the language of our family, of our home, of our story.
Because God wants to be understood.
God wants to speak to your real life.
And God wants to speak through your real life.
So what are some examples of places where the Spirit is speaking now?
She’s in those sacred, ordinary places:
In hard conversations that risk real connection.
In kitchens where food is shared.
In sanctuaries where tears are welcomed.
In protests for justice.
In congregations where LGBTQ+ people, newcomers, and skeptics aren’t just tolerated, but treasured.
And she’s in you.
She’s in the voice that dares to read Scripture out loud even when it’s full of hard-to-pronounce names. She’s in your outstretched hands at the communion rail.
She’s in your questions, your story, your Galilee.
And later in the second chapter of Acts, when the crowd heard the good news in their own language and asked, What should we do?, the answer then and now is still the same:
Repent. Be baptized. Receive the Holy Spirit.
Receive her. Let her gather up all the scattered parts of your life and make them whole.
Let her light a fire in you that no fear can extinguish.
Let her send you out not as someone pretending to be worthy, but as your most authentic, Spirit-filled self.
Because Pentecost isn’t just a date on the calendar. It’s a movement that’s still unfolding. It’s God’s “yes” to your Galilee.
It’s the beginning not the end. Amen.