Easter Season is wrapping up as we have celebrated the Ascension of our Lord and are preparing for Pentecost. I have to admit, Pentecost is one of the principal feast days on the Christian calendar that fascinates me the most. Filled with mystery and magic, we learn of the Holy Spirit’s mighty wind in the second chapter of the Acts of the Apostles. Speaking in various languages they didn’t understand, which caused the witnessing crowd to react accordingly – many thought the Apostles were just drunk! And doesn’t that just sum up our human experience with magic and mystery? We are quick to write off things we can’t explain, forever seeking the answers to every question we are asked. The very idea that God works in ways we do not or cannot understand is a great mystery that I have always wanted to solve!
In my life, I’ve been accused of being a “doubting Thomas” because I always wanted to sum up every mystery in life by asking “why?” Maybe it was all those mornings in my very young life, watching Mr. Roger’s Neighborhood, as he took us on field trips to places like the pasta-making factory, as we learned how the world worked. This foundation probably led me to join my local masonic lodge several years ago. The promise of understanding how the world worked and how I can get to know myself better has always been alluring!
As we draw Easter to a close for the year, I am preparing for my summer internship as a chaplain in my local hospital. The “summer intensive unit” of Clinical Pastoral Education, as it’s formally known, strikes a bit of fear in me – it’s that word, “intensive.” I’ve seen intense before as a firefighter, and it shouldn’t be so fear-inducing, but this time it’s different than looking to alleviate the danger. Knowing how powerful the Holy Spirit is, I am about to enter into a sacred space with people who are suffering and hoping for healing. The very idea of these people looking to me for comfort as a conduit to their God is indeed intensive when I pause from my crazy schedule to ponder what lays ahead.
As I have prepared for this summer, I have realized that knowing the Lord involves a real understanding of learning how to manage the feeling of great happiness and deep sadness at the same time. As God’s people, we suffer and rejoice simultaneously… and that’s really hard! So, here I am, really happy for the world as we really reopen from this Godawful pandemic and rally sad for those who are struggling so much with various illnesses and maladies.
One way the Holy Spirit has nudged me in recent days has been through my Masonic fraternity. The connection to these good and gracious people always sticks with me in my travels through my spiritual formation. I just have not had the time to spend with my brothers of the lodge and sisters of the Order of the Eastern Star as I would like. But I have had a chance to stumble into some beautiful moments where I am reminded how they glorify God’s marvelous works through everyday people.
My first account was the sad news of one of my mentors’ passing in my “Star” chapter. Rita was a force to be reckoned with, and she never missed an opportunity to express her passion for doing the right thing. As we prepare for her funeral, I prioritized a chance to be with my sisters and brothers of our chapter last week. At that meeting, we began to remember her in a way she would see fitting – we introduced a new sister into our masonic family. No fuss, and certainly no fanfare, but plenty of warm feelings in the room, just as Rita would have wanted, we admitted a young lady who transferred to our area from Arkansas.
Last Friday, I was blessed to receive a family heirloom from some wonderful parishioners at St. Andrew’s. Jackie and Gordon passed on a beautiful set of masonic cufflinks that belonged to Gordon’s uncle, William Lawrence, a World War II Marine who had an outstanding reputation of generosity and a proud association with freemasonry. It’s an honor to keep his cufflinks in good working order, as I will wear them at future lodge ceremonies.
Then, last night, I had space on my crazy-hectic calendar to enjoy a meeting for my royal arch chapter of masons. We witnessed nine brethren continue the journey of the craft as they became mark master masons. I was astonished as the most excellent high priest, who’s the head of Missouri’s chapter, traveled to Kansas City to present me with a couple awards for my service last year before the Coronavirus took over our lives.
I had forgotten entirely about my accomplishments as I led Kansas City’s royal arch masons. Being awarded for our achievements under my leadership and my distinguished service was quite an honor and surprise. Last night was a much-needed boost of loving appreciation from my brothers as I head off to my chaplaincy learning opportunity this summer.
So, as we prepare to enter the season of Pentecost, where the Holy Spirit works her magic on us humans, I am left feeling a deep sense of gratitude for where I have traveled and an appreciation for the wonders that lie ahead. I am getting better at understanding that the mysteries of life may never make sense to me, but I can say I’ve learned to appreciate the joy of wonder.