The original story that is part of the Christian tradition, runs basically like this: After Jesus had been crucified and elevated into heaven, his disciples sat around a table, in fear of the future.
Then something happened, which you might call enlightenment and suddenly they started to understand about what matters in life, really:
A strong sense of community, respect and kindness towards your fellow beings, understanding and clear thought.
I also think that the tradition, which with every reason so often states love to be at the centre of life, makes a lot of sense:
Because, it is life, to my mind. People who feel unacknowledged, even unloved may despair of life.
Babies die without love, even if properly fed, cared for and clothed.
That’s why I wish all of you good people out there:
Lot’s of love – and happy Pentecost!
