Miller’s Moths

All these [the Disciples] were constantly devoting themselves to prayer,
Together with certain women, including Mary the mother of Jesus,
As well as his brothers.

When the day of Pentecost had come,
they were all together in one place.
And suddenly from heaven there came a sound
Like the rush of a violent wind and it filled
the entire house where they were sitting.
Divided tongues appeared among them,
And a tongue rested on each of them.
All of them were filled with the Holy Spirit
And begin to speak in other languages,
As the Spirit gave them ability.

I opened the door early this morning, and Miller Moths were everywhere. Not exactly tongues of fire, but they reminded me that because of Pentecost, the Spirit is with us everywhere–in life, in death, in this time of COVID-19, in this time of racial turmoil.

Miller Moths are named for the tiny dusty white flakes they shed from their wings-like the flour permeating the air from a baker’s apron as he goes about his sacred body sustaining service of making bread.

Miller Moths and tongues of fire, the bread of life-God’s assurance that he never leaves us.

In Christ,