Today is Ascension Thursday, a liturgical marker that I often forget but maybe, because of the strange way I’m “going to church” now (which is online), I noticed.

I heard an excellent sermon on this topic last Sunday, one that talked about the way Jesus leaves his disciples before he ascends to heaven. He says “I will not leave you orphans,” explained the minister, who zeroed in the use of that word “orphan” with all the abandonment and grief it entails. She shared stories about the loss of her own parents, who died 11 months apart, in particular the passing of her father, whose death was the most difficult and yet also the most spiritual.

What the minister emphasized is that Jesus wasn’t leaving his followers without a helper. He was sending them the Paraclete, which in this case means the Holy Spirit, part of the Triune God. The word paraclete, lower case, means “advocate” or “helper.”

I like to think about this day, then, not as one of clouds and trumpets, or of loss and dismay. But rather one in which assistance is foretold, is part of the package. In Greek the word “paracletos” means “one who comes alongside.” What a lovely way to look at spiritual help.