All praise to You, our
Heavenly Father, on this Pentecost Day!
At Babel, we said, 'Let
us make burnt clay bricks,
and build a towering
temple city to reach the Heavens
and thus make a name
for ourselves.'
But you were
displeased by our sinful pride and cursed our tongues saying:
“Let us go down and
confuse their speech,
Lest nothing be
impossible for them.”
But we were foolish to
even attempt these things,
For Christ is the only
One Who can ascend to the Heavens
And He has. And now HIS name is above every other name.
And the temple city of
God does not reach up to the sky,
but comes down from Heaven,
Just as You and the
Son sent down the Spirit in tongues of fire,
And overcame the
confusion of our speech
So that any tongue
might call upon Jesus’ name for salvation.
By Your fiery Spirit,
You’ve made us the burnt bricks, living stones, and pillars in Your holy Temple,
And You’ve given us
new names by writing upon us Your name in baptism
And the name of Your City,
which comes down from Heaven.
So we praise You this
Pentecost morning, and thank You Father for the gift of the Son, and thank You
Son for the gift of the Spirit, and thank You Spirit for the gift of the
Church.
Amen.
