Come, thou Holy Spirit bright; come with thy celestial light; pour on us thy love divine. Come, protector of the poor; come, thou source of blessings sure; come within our hearts to shine. – Latin, 12th cent. We are a people of Pentecost. There’s a secret fire that burns inside each and every Episcopalian that just longs for this day, the day we wear our red to Church, the day we process around and about, proclaiming, “Hail thee, festival day!”, the day we once again acknowledge the ever-abiding presence of our advocate and guide, God’s at-times blustering, and yet ever-blissful Holy Spirit! Why wouldn’t we long for that? After all, I never met an Episcopalian who didn’t relish a good procession! But there is something about that burning bright spirit, that celestial light, meeting us where we are, particularly where we are now, this year, in our places of isolation…




