This was one of the first Scripture passages I signed in ASL for a Pentecost service. It has become a sense memory. I cannot read or hear this passage without my hands coming together to sign the locked door.
So many times we see Jesus' appearance to his disciples depicted like this painting by Duccio di Buoninsegna. Neat. Orderly. With the air of a corporate retirement dinner. Where is the surprise? The excitement? The awe? Is this not Jesus returned from the dead? Where is the Spirit? Why is everyone sitting around like a lump of clay?
Compare this depiction by Hanna Cheriyan Varghese of Malaysia. Here we see Jesus breathing the Spirit on the disciples. There is life here. The breath of life breathed into Adam and into dry bones of the valley.Breathe on me Breath of God.
Peace,
Jeffri
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