As glorious as was the Ascension, I feel a special kinship with, and grief for, the Apostles and Jesus’ disciples. If you have ever experienced a beloved pastor or spiritual director being taken out of your life, for example, and felt the pain, fear and loneliness of that loss, multiply it a gazillion times and try to imagine the depth of the emotions paralyzing Jesus’ followers as they watched Him being swept up by a cloud. Were they close to despair, I wonder. He promised to send the Comforter, the Paraclete, but in the meantime, how they must have agonized.
Come, Holy Spirit. Come, Holy Spirit. Come, Holy Spirit.