Acts 2:1-13
When the day of Pentecost had come, the disciples were all together in one place. And suddenly from heaven there came a sound like the rush of a violent wind, and it filled the entire house where they were sitting. Divided tongues, as of fire, appeared among them, and a tongue rested on each of them. All of them were filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak in other languages, as the Spirit gave them ability. . . And at this sound the crowd gathered and was bewildered, because each one heard them speaking in the native language of each. Amazed and astonished, they asked, "Are not all these who are speaking Galileans? And how is it that we hear, each of us, in our own native language? . . . All were amazed and perplexed, saying to one another, "What does this mean?" But others sneered and said, "They are filled with new wine."
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Some people say “You can’t expect people to change. That’s not reasonable. People are who they are.” Perhaps people can’t change, but love can suddenly start pouring out of them, and when that happens, things are different. God is capable of astonishing us with the wildness of life. When we just listen, ready for anything, we develop a willingness to see the spirit in all its wildness. Perhaps, in order to see it, we might have to appear ridiculous to others. I pray in the darkness, trying to be ready for anything, not just the thing that I want or can imagine.
I want the wine they had.
As I think about the Spirit resting on them in divided tongues, as of fire, for the first time ever I think of the tongues sitting in their laps, not atop their heads, as I so often have seen depicted.
Rest with me, Spirit, that I may speak Your own words, and let me hear, oh please.
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