When the day of Pentecost came, they were all together in one place.  Suddenly a sound like the blowing of a violent wind came from heaven and filled the whole house where they were sitting.  They saw what seemed to be tongues of fire that separated and came to rest on each of them.  All of them were filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak in other tongues as the Spirit enabled them. Acts 2:1-4

Henry appeared to have everything. Born into wealth, he had expensive taste, was good-looking and always kept company with people who were just like him. He had one major concern. He wanted things to remain as they were. To ensure this, he needed money, more than what he had. It was no surprise that when he discovered a curious book in his friend’s library his thoughts immediately began conjecturing all possible means of earning countless cash. The book was a scientific document of a bizarre kind entitled, “A Report on a man who can see without using his eyes.” It was a testimony of an English doctor who encountered a circus performer in India who was able to see while securely blindfolded. This man learned this skill from a Hindu sage. It occurred as an accident. He was trying to gain some spiritual enlightenment through meditation. He was supposed to spend hours just focusing on one thing. After years of doing this, he unexpectedly discovered that his mind could see beyond the object of his focus, or rather see through it. Unfortunately, greed made him dispense his spiritual quest and he used this skill to earn a living for himself. Henry was not interested in any spirituality. He just wanted to make millions at the Black Jack table. Now, if he had this capability, he would able to see the numbers of the cards before they are turned over. He would make a killing. That was it. His greed convinced him that this was the way to go.

It took longer than he expected; ten years to be precise. With trained concentration, he was to see the numbers of the cards face down with his mind. He did not waste any time. He went immediately to the black jack table at the local casino. He was careful. He intentionally lost the first few hands in order not to arouse any suspicion. Then he employed his newly gained talent. He saw the numbers clearly. He took risks which no one would ever dare because they did not his posses his skill. There was no stopping him. He made thousands of dollars that night. No doubt he had to discipline himself to stop in order not to arouse any suspicion. He collected all his winnings in a large bag and went back to his apartment. He sat on his bed and looked at all the cash. Strangely, he felt empty. It was not what he expected. He was a little disappointed actually. He felt absolutely nothing. No joy, no peace.

He went out to the balcony to smoke. It was early in the morning and the streets were filled with people scurrying along about their business. He took a hundred dollar note and released it. It floated gently down and landed on the sidewalk. No one noticed it. Everyone was too busy to notice anything peculiar except for an older man out for a stroll. He picked it and looked around to see if he could find its rightful owner. Then Henry yelled out to him, “Its mine! You can have it!” “You’re sure?” “Yes! Enjoy!” “Well, thank you very much!” The old man went on his way. Then Henry took the whole bag and tossed all the money. All the hundred dollar bills floated down as if they came from the heavens. This time everyone noticed. They were running after the bills, some laughing and some pushing others away to grab hold as many bills as they could get their hands on. Henry enjoyed watching the whole scene. There was a strange feeling of relief and maybe a slight sensation of joy. Then, there was a knock. He opened it and there was a policeman who obviously annoyed. “Are you the one who threw out all the money?” “Yes. It is my money and I don’t believe that I committed a crime.” “Well, it’s a shame that you are so frivolous with your money. I grew in an orphanage. There were days we wished that someone could have helped us with the kind of money you just dispatched out of your window.” The policeman turned and walked away. Henry was changed forever. He knew what he needed to do. He finally found a way to be a wealthy man without any need of money. He died as one without a single cent to his name.

Roald Dahl wrote this story. It is called “The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar”. This week I went to bed thinking about the biblical text for the day of Pentecost and I woke up remembering this story. I never realized it. This is a story of the Pentecost because it is a story of Hope.

Henry put all his eggs in one basket just like us. Reasoning from his life experiences, he came to the conclusion of what he believed to be a happy and fulfilling life. It is what we all do. We can only use the resources available to us to decide what is the best possible life for us. Henry was one of the privileged ones. He chose according to his exclusive lifestyle. Our children and teens come from the other extreme. They chose accordingly to what was available to them. Most of us reading this did exactly the same. We decide what we believe to be the best life and we put all our efforts into achieving it. The problem is that we are all sinful people. It doesn’t mean that we are wicked people. Being sinful means we don’t see things clearly. We only have a blurred vision of what is good and right for us. We have a deficient view of happiness. We see everything according to our limited resources, but life is much greater than what is before us. Henry, in the story, was able to see with his eyes but yet he was still blind to what was important to him. Many of us can’t say that we have this skill but we may say that we are brought up in the faith or we have been lifelong church people. We might even say that we have some religious experience that makes see beyond what is represented before us. All these things might be good. St Paul tells us that he had all these things and yet he was still blind, He was still driven by hatred. In the end, we find ourselves in the same place as Henry and perhaps like the apostles in the day of Pentecost as they waited in the upper room. We end up in a place where we confront all our achievements and realize that they do not bring the peace and happiness we expected. We sit there wondering, “Is there something more to this?” The best we could do is submit ourselves to superficial acts which might bring some brief relief to our souls. However, we need something more than this. We need to hear a voice that would lift us above the present and help us transcend the situation we find ourselves. We need the Holy Spirit.

For many years, my reflection had been restricted to the gift of tongues. However, we live in a strange season where everything seems to be on the brink of collapse. Everything is changing including how we interact with our children and teens. Our teens are asking for our companionship because they want to talk. They want to know how to live their lives in this particular time where everything seems uncertain and chaotic. We don’t have the answers. This is new to us as well. However, we know that there is a voice that will come and give us the wisdom to transcend what we see with our eyes. We know this because it has happened once and it continues to occur wherever hopelessness seem to dominate.

The Holy Spirit will come to help us discover hope even in the worst possible situation and circumstance. This is the everlasting message of the Day of Pentecost.