Today is Pentecost--celebration of wind and fire--initiation rite for a small gathering of 1st century followers that led to a catalyzing into community--attend to the breath/wind/spirit in each other---too much has been made of individual 'experience,' individuality emerges via community I think--or let me say, a different kind of individuality. We talked a bit about domestication today--particularly when it comes to fire--we contain it, but Pentecost isn't candles on a cake, but the untamed life of spirit. The domestication of God, which seems to be a principle characteristic of religion, is a topic I have been giving much thought to lately. I was reminded of another facet of domestication when a friend reminded me, in his writing, that Jared Diamond (Guns, Germs and Steel) connects domestication to violence and religions of sacrifice. It is quite easy to see why this would be the case-our desire for certainty and surety can easily become a means to domesticate and tame (by naming?) God--in whatever form we might understand that conceptually.