“Thirsty hearts are those whose longings have been wakened by the touch of God within them.” 

A. W. Tozer


A storm blew in this week. Thunder boomed, shaking the house, rattling windows. Lightening arced across the sky. The wind blew with a mighty roar on Windy Ridge. Outdoor furniture swept across the deck, slamming into railing. Rain pounded the windows and roof. Lola and I were shaking in our boots. My Sweet Man jumped up to peer out the window, checking to see if all was right in our Wilderness Place.

I suspect this is how it must have felt the day of Pentecost. Pentecost, The Harvest Feast; where the Jews make their offering of the first fruits of the new grain. The Harvest Feast, one of three religious festivals, held fifty days beyond Passover. This year, the same Passover where our Savior was hung on a cross.

The meaning of Pentecost is God’s equipping His church with the power of His Spirit so that He will be glorified among the nations.

Forty days following the resurrection, The Ascension.  Ten days more have passed since we stared wide eyed towards the sky. Watched as The Savior’s feet went higher and higher, ’till we could no longer see him.

This is how it went down.

On the day of Pentecost all the believers were meeting together in one place. Suddenly, there was a sound from heaven like the roaring of a mighty windstorm and it filled the house where they were sitting. ~Acts 2:1-2 ~NLT  

All the believers, together in one place. David Gusik in theblueletterbible.org says it like this:

“the followers of Jesus were all with one accord in one place. They were gathered together sharing the same heart, the same love for God, the same trust in his Promise, and the same geography.” 

For one southern, itty bitty minute, can we just camp on those words? One place, one accord, sharing the same heart. Can we not all, as lovers of Jesus, the Savior, who took the dusty paths leading away from the crowds, seeking, chasing, pursuing the broken and needy, come together in one accord? The Savior who spilled blood for me and you?

Rather, we are prone today to argue the points of contemporary music verses songs of old, pews verses chairs, raise up our eyebrows at the folk who may worship different than me or you. Lips puckered, countenance sour, we are sending away the broken. Or at the very least, putting up walls and locking our doors to anyone who is not pretty christianity.

May I gently remind us all, it was this Jesus, who walked away from organized religion, went out in search of the one. Feeding them fish, feeding them bread. Tending their wounds, healing their broken. Speaking words of life and pouring out Living Water.

It was not so long ago, I was one of the broken, running towards darkness. It was in that place, Jesus found me, poured out the same for me. I drank greedy, and still today I thirst and hunger for more. So much more.

If there is one message from this book we are journeying through, it is this:

And that brings us back around to Pentecost.

There was an eclectic group packed like sardines in this room. Parthians, Medes, Elamites, people from Mesopotamia, Judea, Cappadocia, Pontus, the province of Asia, Phyrgia, Pamphylia, Egypt, and the areas of Libya around Cyrene, visitors from Rome, both Jews and converts to Judaism, Cretans and Arabs.

Suddenly this gift He told us of, arrives. Sweeping in as flaming tongues of fire, dancing on heads, settling on each of them.

And everyone present was filled with the Holy Spirit and began speaking in other languages, as the Holy Spirit gave them this ability. At that same time there were devout Jews from every nation living in Jerusalem. When they heard the loud noise, everyone came running, and they were bewildered to hear their own languages being spoken by the believers. They were completely amazed. ~Acts 2:4-7a NLT

Each one speaking in their own foreign language, noise escalates to the level of rushing wind. Crowds are quickly drawn, wondering what in the world is going on?

Could they hear them from the upper room, or perhaps they had stepped out onto a balcony, we do not know. There was such a cacophony of noise they were accused of being drunk. One hundred and twenty or or so, drawing a crowd.

The word tells us the crowd drawn was completely amazed and bewildered by it all.

Acts 2:11 says this: 

“And we all hear these people speaking in our own languages about the wonderful things God has done!” ~nlt

The doubters and the believers stood together, doubters ridiculed and pointed fingers. Does that sound familiar to you? I can tell you it strikes a chord with me. We have all been doubters in one season or another.

Perhaps you are doubting today. If this is the case can I just tell you this? It is this Gift of The Holy Spirit, that moved me from doubting to one who would exclaim, “Can I tell you, can I just tell you all the wonderful things God has done for me?” You will need to sit a spell, with fifty~six trips around the sun, the list is long.

If you would like to hear it, we can share a virtual cup of coffee. You can find me here.

My heart is thirsty, is yours? There is but One that can quench this thirst. Anything less, you will find yourself adrift, searching for what cannot be found. The Living Water, The Gift of the Holy Spirit, it wakens a soul to him, fills full up, leaves you brimming over. It is yours for the taking!

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 I love this book, the concept, the stories, and the cover. The fact that I was invited to be tucked among the pages is an honor.

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