Pentecost Sunday

It has been neat each of the last two years to worship in a Spanish speaking congregation on Pentecost Sunday. Our group has better Spanish language skills than Beavis who "the only Spanish you know is what you learned at Taco Bell, and half the time [you] don't get that right," but sometimes it is just barely better. For us to get anything from worship thus requires the movement of the spirit opening our ears to hear. Today that came through the music. Most of the hymns that we sang were familiar and so as the congregation sang in Spanish we each heard them singing as if in our own tongue. I did not see any tongues of flame, but I did hear a sound like a rushing wind as the congregation each prayed their personal prayers aloud around us during the pastoral prayer.

Supplies were purchased today and our work will begin in earnest tomorrow. Casa Bugambilia has been transformed since our last visit. It is much larger than before. We will work to build rooms for the hospice care that happens there. On the Texas side of the border we will be making repairs and improvements to the dorms where groups like ours stay when they come to work.

I'll let Bill tell the story of his remarkable day in our first video.