Red Shirt Day
Luke: When the day of pentecost arrived, they came together and spontaneously combusted. A raging fire-tornado filled the room. They ran outside and all spoke at the same time in every language of the world. Cacophony. Chaos. Observers blamed it on bad dope.
John: Evening settled. "Peace be with you." Hands shaken, held, kissed. "Peace be with you." A soft, warm, caressing breath. "Receive the Holy Spirit."
Luke's Pentecost is a violent affair; John's is a loving one. Many people wear red on Pentecost. I can not help but think of Star Trek when I wear a red shirt.
Luke is STOS.
John is STNG.
In Star Trek the Original Series, you knew the red-shirt would die - the story's sacrificial goat; while in Star Trek the Next Generation, the leaders wore red. As servant leaders, our Pentecost must embrace both the self-sacrifice and the inspiration. We must boldly go. "As the Father sent me, so I send you."
Breathe on me, Breath of God,
fill me with life anew,
that I may love what thou dost love,
and do what thou wouldst do.