Then the Holy Spirit fills them with the sound of a great rushing wind, and they speak in languages they have no way of knowing. But others understand the languages--it's one way the disciples argue that they're not drunk. And then they go out to change the world--but that's the subject for an entirely different post.
You may be saying, "Great. What does all that have to do with me?"
I see that Pentecost story as having similar features to the creative process that many of us experience. If you replace the religious language, maybe you'll see what I mean.
Often I've felt stymied and at loose ends. I think back to times when I've known exactly what to do and where to go next. I find myself missing teachers and other mentors that I've had. I may wallow in feelings of abandonment--where has my muse gone? Why don't I have any great mentors now? Have all my great ideas abandoned me? What if I never write a poem again?
And then, whoosh. Often I hit a time of inspiration. I get more ideas in any given morning than I can handle. I jot down notes for later. I send of packet after packet of submissions.
Some times, it feels downright scary, like something has taken possession of me. But it's a good spirit, and so I try to enjoy the inspired times. I've been at this long enough that I know that these inspired times won't last forever.
The good news: those inspired times will come back, as long as I keep showing up, keep waiting, stay alert.
That's the message that many of us will be hearing in our churches today. And it's a good message to remember as we do our creative work.
You may be saying, "Great. What does all that have to do with me?"
I see that Pentecost story as having similar features to the creative process that many of us experience. If you replace the religious language, maybe you'll see what I mean.
Often I've felt stymied and at loose ends. I think back to times when I've known exactly what to do and where to go next. I find myself missing teachers and other mentors that I've had. I may wallow in feelings of abandonment--where has my muse gone? Why don't I have any great mentors now? Have all my great ideas abandoned me? What if I never write a poem again?
And then, whoosh. Often I hit a time of inspiration. I get more ideas in any given morning than I can handle. I jot down notes for later. I send of packet after packet of submissions.
Some times, it feels downright scary, like something has taken possession of me. But it's a good spirit, and so I try to enjoy the inspired times. I've been at this long enough that I know that these inspired times won't last forever.
The good news: those inspired times will come back, as long as I keep showing up, keep waiting, stay alert.
That's the message that many of us will be hearing in our churches today. And it's a good message to remember as we do our creative work.
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