“That’ll preach,” I thought as I entered Immanuel Lutheran Church in St. Charles, Missouri. A well-kept garden at the front door is dominated by a statue of an eagle. It’s 3 feet tall, posed with talons out, ready to take its prey.
It was Pentecost Sunday, the day the church celebrates the Holy Spirit, the third person in the mysterious Trinity who works saving faith in us. “No one can say that Jesus Christ is Lord but by the Holy Spirit.” (1 Corinthians 12:3) Delivering the sermon, I asked with a smile, “The Bible and the Christian church depict the Holy Spirit as a dove, a gentle, non-threatening, comforting dove. But I see you have a menacing eagle outside. Is that your depiction of the Holy Spirit, ready to strike its unsuspecting victim?” It takes some coaxing to get Lutherans to respond to a sermon, but eventually they said, “Dove.” The eagle is their grade school mascot.
The Almighty can bear us up on eagle’s wings, yet the Spirit of the Savior comes gently. “A bruised reed He will not break, and a faintly burning wick He will not quench.” (Isaiah 40:31; 42:3)