How many times have you been in a meeting or a class where everyone spoke the same language but no one understood what was being said. Maybe everyone was on the same team and had the same goals, but nothing seemed to click. Or maybe you mothers out there that have told your children or husbands to pick up after themselves only to look back into a blank stare. I think we have all been there, and maybe we just felt like walking away until all the confusion was cleared up until they got their act together.
Today we contemplate what Pope Emeritus Benedict XVI referred to as the feast of human unity, understanding and sharing. We heard earlier when the time for Pentecost was fulfilled, they were all in one place together. Parthians, Medes, and Elamites, inhabitants of Mesopotamia, Judea, and Cappadocia, Pontus and Asia, Phrygia and Pamphylia, Egypt and the districts of Libya near Cyrene,
as well as travelers from Rome, both Jews and converts to Judaism, Cretans and Arabs. I can certainly see the same similarities between the convergence of the people in Jerusalem at that time and our own Parish on any given Sunday.
