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language of Pentecost reaches beyond words, to the spirit A year ago, outside of Guatemala City, Lorenzo Rosebaugh, a Missionary Oblate of Mary Immaculate, was shot to death as he was driving with a number of his fellow missionaries to a community meeting. The real motive behind his killing may never be known.
I
first met Lorenzo at our mother-house at Aix-en-Provence in France 10
years ago. He had just returned from a long missionary stint in Latin
America where, among other things, he had lived on the streets of Recife
with its poor, without roof or fixed address, for several years. A serious
illness drove him back to the USA and his Oblate community sent him on
a sabbatical to France. He arrived there unable to speak any French whatsoever.
Yet, when I met him there, less than a month after his arrival, he was
sitting on the steps of the church, which is attached to our community
residence, with a dozen street people gathered round him. They were sharing
food and cigarettes and some kind of conversation. It looked like a picnic
in the park. There
is nothing exceptional about this except that Lorenzo couldn’t speak
a word of French and the people gathered round him couldn’t speak
English, Portuguese or Spanish (his languages). Yet they clearly seemed
to be communicating with each other, and deeply, in a way that would trigger
envy in an outsider, and Lorenzo was their focal point. How?
How can we speak to each other beyond communicating in the ordinary languages
that we know? When
the Evangelist, Luke, describes the first Pentecost, he tells us that,
after receiving the Holy Spirit, the first followers of Jesus came out
into public and began speaking and, everyone, absolutely everyone, no
matter their ethnicity or language, heard the disciples’ words as
if they were in their own language. The old barriers of native language
no longer blocked hearing or understanding. The language given by the
spirit transcended ethnicity and native tongue. It
is too easy for us to simply write this off as a miracle, an exceptional
foundational intervention by God which helped found the church. That may
also be true, but there is another point to this: language functions at
different levels. At its most obvious level, language depends upon the spoken word and that word is always in a particular language, e.g., French, English, Spanish, Chinese. At this level words have a relative power, but they can also deceive and lie. Words don’t always accurately mirror the heart. Moreover,
they invariably fail us just when we most need them, especially in depth
situations where tragedy, death and betrayal render us mute. But
we have other languages: beyond the spoken word there is body language.
Our bodies speak louder and more honestly than do our words. Through our
bodies, through gestures and the nuances of its countenance, we speak
more deeply and more truly than we do with our words. And
we have still yet a deeper language: more deeply than through the body,
we speak through the spirit, through the language of the Holy Spirit,
a language that transcends the spoken word and the language of our bodies.
What is the language of the spirit? The
Holy Spirit is not just a person inside the Trinity, hopelessly abstract
and beyond our conception. Scripture tells us that the Holy Spirit is
also very concrete, conceivable and tangible inside of charity, joy, peace,
patience, goodness, longsuffering, fidelity, gentleness and chastity.
These speak through us more loudly and clearly, either in their presence
or their absence, than do all our words and gestures. In
the end we are not fooled by each other. We hear beyond spoken words,
bodily gestures and beyond what we explicitly intend to say to each other.
The heart reads the heart and the spirit recognizes itself wherever it
sees itself as manifest. Thus many of us talk passionately about our love
for the poor, but the poor do not hear us, understand us or gather round
us, even when our diction is perfect in their native tongue. While
working in Latin America, Lorenzo Rosebaugh spoke only broken Spanish
and broken Portuguese. Yet the poor there heard him and perfectly understood
what he was saying. He spoke no French at all and still he was able to
sit on the steps of a church in France and gather round him the street
people there who spoke only French — and they understood him clearly,
as in their mother tongue. Such is the language of Pentecost.
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