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Lent 5A (Romans 8:6-11)

3/6/2026

 
What gets lost in today’s reading from Romans 8 is a single word: pneuma. We almost always translate it as “Spirit,” a choice that feels natural now simply because we have heard it so often. Over time, “Spirit” has settled into our ears as a religious term—correct, familiar, and strangely distant. But what happens if we let that word soften a little, if we release it from its formal casing and return to its more elemental meaning: breath?

When we do, the text begins to feel different. It stops sounding like an idea we are supposed to understand and starts moving like something inside us. By hearing pneuma as “Breath,” Paul’s words descend from abstraction into the chest, into the rise and fall of our own breathing. The passage becomes less about a concept hovering above life and more about the quiet, steady rhythm that sustains life moment by moment.

Here is how it sounds:

To set the mind on the flesh is death, 
but to set the mind on the Breath is life and peace. 
For this reason the mind that is set on the flesh is hostile to God;
it does not submit to God's law-- indeed it cannot, 
and those who are in the flesh cannot please God.

But you are not in the flesh; you are in the Breath, 
since the Breath of God dwells in you. 
Anyone who does not have the Breath of Christ does not belong to him. 
But if Christ is in you, 
though the body is dead because of sin, 
the Breath is life because of righteousness. 
If the Breath of him who raised Jesus from the dead dwells in you, 
he who raised Christ from the dead 
will give life to your mortal bodies also 
through his Breath that dwells in you.

Then Paul’s letter to the Romans no longer reads as a doctrinal treatise. It becomes a quiet guide to learning how to live resurrection now. “Set your mind on the Breath of God.” That is the beginning. You can do this in a hospital room, on a crowded train, in the stillness before sleep—anywhere, anytime—because God’s Breath is already there, everywhere, everytime.

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    Paul

    "...life up your love to that cloud [of unknowing]...let God draw your love up to that cloud...through the help of his grace, to forget every other thing."
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    - The Cloud of Unknowing

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