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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The events of that first Pentecost in Jerusalem were hard to describe. It was sort of like fire. It was kindda like wind. There were many different people from different places and languages being spoken and just something strange happening. Some wanted to know what it meant and were open to an explanation. Others dismissed it as drunken foolishness. Peter spoke up and instead of putting his foot in his mouth, which was his custom, he spoke with passion and eloquence about Jesus. If ever there was evidence of the Spirit, it was more than just wind and fire but but in the faith of a fisherman who became a champion at the right time and at the right place.
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Lord, let us know when to speak the truth about what we have seen and heard. Amen.
Deb Grant, resilient child of God, creative tinker of paper, ink, wood, shiny things, paint and words. The human amusement of a parrot and a dog.
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