today, the western world celebrates pentecost. like most religious observances, pentecost stems from pagan practices. in the most ancient of days, the original pentecost was a celebration of the spring harvest.
in the old testament, moses instructs the israelites to observe shavout, a "feast of weeks" to occur on the first day after the sabbath that occurs during passover. the israelites were instructed to offer sacrifices of grain from their harvest and celebrate with feasting:
"Instructions are given for the 'Feast of Weeks' and how to count it from the first day after the Sabbath that falls in the Feast of Unleavened Bread. They were to come with offerings from their grain harvest and their flocks and bring them to the priest who would wave them before Yahweh, after which they would partake together of a sacrificial feast from the things which they had brought. Some of their fields were to be left unharvested for the provision of the poor who were to be remembered at this time. It was to be a "holy convocation" (a formal assembly) in which no 'customary' work was to be done." (source: Wikibooks)
the shvout was a time when the israelites were to make themselves known to their god with gifts, prayer, and time spent in fellowship with friends and family.
the christian pentecost is not so different. a more random thought: why don't christians observe passover? this makes no sense to me - why not complete the last week of lenten fasting with the passover feast, followed by easter? no, it wouldn't fit with the calendar. i find christianity to often be overly rigid and frustratingly illogical at times. the version of jesus i imagine is much like gandhi: kind, loving, fasts for peace, does not exclude the sinner from his infinite grace. and then i see the religion of christianity often very different from said example. there is so much history behind its practice, why is that history ignored?
i hope no one is offended by any of this - i like to roll these thoughts around in my mind.
pentecost means "fifty days" in greek, and the christian feast of pentecost falls 50 days after the crucifixion of christ. according to the book of acts, the holy spirit made himself known to the disciples during the very first pentecost. filled with the voice of the holy spirit, the disciples spoke the gospel in all languages at once. western europe has since celebrated the feast of pentecost with warmer weather, the abundance of their harvest, and their faith:
"Pfingsten, das liebliche Fest, speaks of Pentecost as a time of greening and blooming in fields, woods, hills, mountains, bushes and hedges, of birds singing new songs, meadows sprouting fragrant flowers, and of festive sunshine gleaming from the skies and coloring the earth - iconic lines idealizing the Pentecost holidays in the German speaking lands." (source: Wikipedia)
as someone who isn't particularly religious or devout, i'm not sure about the speaking in tongues part. i'm not sure about the timing of western religious holidays. i do believe that we can all improve ourselves and find takeaway from most spiritual lessons. a good example of that is, from the example of the greek gods, to fear the wrath of the gods. here is my pentecostal takeaway:
love your familyknow your purpose (for some, that is to know god. for others, that is to be a great mom or dad. but we all need an intention), and let that purpose speak through youmeditate, quietly, and with a sense of gracewhenever your speak, do your best to communicate in a way that your listeners will understandenjoy the fruits of your seasonshare bread with those you love the mosti watched eat pray love this weekend. i didn't particularly enjoy the movie, but i do want to start meditating. i spend too much time absorbed in my routines, my schedules, all the things outside of myself. my most profound memories of bikram yoga, during that time when i survived misery in part by pulling my muscles to shreds in a steaming stinky studio, when the teacher would instruct us to "meditate" in the midst of a particularly impossible balance pose. i looked in the mirror into my eyes and saw my intention to succeed and managed to balance, even if it was for a fraction of a second. i knew myself and my purpose. the rest of the world fell away, crashed to oblivion.
today i celebrated the spring harvest, the day of knowing my intention. i shared bread with bret, the person who i love the most. after the mavericks game, i will meditate and do foot drills.