Pentecost in Hawaii
The night we arrived, a magnitude 6.0 earthquake hit near Kona. Trade winds built all weekend, gusting to 50 mph through the Kohala passes. By Pentecost Sunday the earth had shaken and the wind was howling. The Spirit was making Himself known.
The Catholic faith in Hawaii was built by extraordinary people. St. Damien de Veuster arrived in 1864 to minister to the leper colony at Kalaupapa, Molokai, and eventually contracted leprosy himself. St. Marianne Cope, "Beloved Mother of Outcasts," led the Sisters of St. Francis from Syracuse to Hawaii in 1883, founding homes for patients' daughters and caring for the dying Damien himself. She spent 30 years at Kalaupapa and never contracted the disease. And Brother Joseph Dutton, a Civil War veteran and convert, served alongside them both for 44 years, never leaving the colony. His cause for canonization is open.
Across the island the same Spirit kept arriving: in the earthquake and the wind, in the saints who gave their whole lives to the forgotten, in the small parishes that have kept the lamp burning for a century and more. Damien, Marianne, and Joseph Dutton did not flee the hardest place. They stayed at it, the way Pentecost stays: not as a single descending flame but as a fire handed on.
We are all pilgrims and we are always pilgrims, walking as we seek to follow the Lord.
Pope Leo XIV
A month later the same Spirit met me again in Detroit, this time in a hall full of machinists and at the tomb of a humble porter. That story is here: The Doorkeeper of Detroit.
Come, Holy Spirit.
Fill the hearts of Your faithful.
Kindle in us the fire of Your love.