Pentecost, Year B, 2024
When I was in the sixth grade, my friend Erica and I devised a secret code language through which we would pass notes to one another. Each of us had a key, and would then “decode” notes so that no one else could read them if they somehow fell into the wrong hands. But those notes were kind of a project, to write them, “translate” them into our code, and then to “translate” them back into English. The secret language only lasted a couple of months. Turns out sixth graders don’t have secrets that are worth that much work. We did devise a new code a few years later, but in that code our notes were totally normal except for the code names we used for the boys we liked. If you look at my ninth grade yearbook, you’ll find a note from Erica about me and “Banana”, whose identity remains known to Erica and me alone. The apostles had a special knowledge. Like the identity of Banana, only much bigger. They had the identity of the Messiah. And unlike Erica and myself, they wanted the world to deco...