They were confused because each one heard them speaking in his own language...

Veni Creator
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The Book of Acts tells us that Parthians, Medes and Elamites, inhabitants of Mesopotamia, Jude 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 - all these were able to understand the apostles speaking of the mighty acts of God. (Acts 2:1-11)

The Opening Collect of the Vigil Mass for Pentecost prays that the Spirit come to rest in our hearts and disperse the divisions of word and tongue, that with one voice and one song we might praise God's name in joy and thanksgiving.

This video gives us the ancient text of Veni, Creator Spiritus in a version that some may not like. The Latin text (below, with translation) is rendered in a different musical language, one that not all of us may want to sing or listen to. But what of those whose language is this music? listeners whose ears will perk up when they hear those sounds, that beat - when they watch that video?

Might the Holy Spirit descend upon some through music like this? Certainly the Holy Spirit falls afresh on us all, even those whose music is completely different - no?

The music that reaches my heart is much different than what Vox Nostra offers above but if Pentecost teaches us anything, it's that the Spirit comes in every language, upon all peoples and with a desire to brings us together as one. Some will argue that this means we all need to sing the same song, in the same languge. I doubt that the Spirit is so limited. What I believe Pentecost teaches us is that we need to listen for the Spirit's song in many voices, sounds, harmonizations and tempi - that, indeed, there is no sound through which the Spirit does not speak, the Spirit who prays in us with inexpressible groanings, sounds understood by the one who searches hearts... (Romans 8:26-27)

Veni, Creator Spiritus
Veni, creator Spiritus
mentes tuorum visita,
imple superna gratia,
quae tu creasti pectora.

Qui diceris Paraclitus,
altissimi donum Dei,
fons vivus, ignis, caritas
et spiritalis unctio.

Tu septiformis munere,
digitus paternae dexterae
tu rite promissum Patris
sermone ditans guttura.

Accende lumen sensibus,
infunde amorem cordibus,
infirma nostri corporis,
virtute firmans perpeti.

Hostem repellas longius
pacemque dones protinus;
ductore sic te praevio
vitemus omne noxium.

Deo Patri sit gloria,
et Filio qui a mortuis
Surrexit, ac Paraclito,
in saeculorum saecula.

Come, Holy Spirit
Come, Holy Spirit, Creator, come,
From your bright heav’nly throne,
Come take possession of our souls,
And make them all your own.

You who are called the Paraclete,
Best gift of God above,
The living spring, the living fire,
Sweet unction and true love.

You who are sev’nfold in your grace,
Finger of God’s right hand
His promise teaching little ones
To speak an understand.

O guide our minds with your bless’d light,
With love our hearts inflame;
And with your strength, which ne’er decays
Confirm our mortal frame.

Far from us drive our deadly foe;
True peace unto us bring;
And through all perils lead us safe
Beneath your sacred wing.

All glory to the Father be,
With his coequal Son;
The same to you, great Paraclete,
While endless ages run.


-ConcordPastor