It is Pentecost Sunday! The day we have been waiting for – for what seems like forever since Easter. This is the day that we celebrate the coming of the Holy Spirit, the day we can begin to recover our humanity.
Some things just stay with you for the rest of your life. In high school, every Thursday night, before we played on Friday night, my football team had a Bible Study. Voluntary, of course, but usually about 20-30 guys showed up. It was lead by the local Young Life staff guy, but the head coach was always there. One night, Coach and George (the YL staff guy) got into a discussion and for a good ten minutes the adults were talking and the rest of us were watching. I remember it vividly because it was so extraordinary that they would ignore us like that. They were discussing what it means to be “human.”
Coach thought being fully human was all about our foibles and overcoming them. George thought that our foibles made us less than human and that we only achieved full humanity when we had been fully restored to our perfect created state. Lo these many decades later when George is home with the Lord and Coach is lost in Alzheimer’s, I find myself landing on George’s side of the discussion. We, humanity, are created in God’s image; our foibles reflect our animal nature.
Consider how inhuman and animalistic life has been in the past week.