O how I ache, 

To hear that rush, to feel your wind,

To be singed by your flame, 

To be amazed, astonished, perplexed, 

Disrupted. 

Again. 

O how I ache, 

To feel you at work, to notice you in this space, 

That space. 

To be pushed, and led, and messed with,

Confused. 

Wait…

Oh how I ache, 

For you to gather us up, and move us again. 

Make all take notice, have us come running. 

At your sound. At your stirring. 

At your power. 

At those words. 

What are they saying? (What are you saying?) 

Oh how I ache, 

To be overwhelmed. 

To be poured into. 

To be rattled and unsettled and disturbed. 

(Did it burn a little too?) 

By your movement. Your action. Your call. Your ridiculous plan. Your radical love. By your tremendous power. 

Oh how I ache, 

To be a part of your Pentecost Day. 

Again. 

You could do this. 

Again. 

Oh how I ache. 

For your Spirit to unravel, to set fires, to release, to tear through, to upend, to rip open. 

Again. 

Again. 

Oh Lord, 

Again. 

 

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The Rev. Erin Counihan serves as pastor at Oak Hill Presbyterian Church (PCUSA) in St. Louis, MO. She is a contributor to the RevGals book.

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