John
14:26-27, "the Advocate, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in my
name, will teach you all things and will remind you of everything I have said
to you. Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I
do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and
do not be afraid" (NIV).
I love Jesus. That should be obvious (and I hope it is),
but as I thought these words to myself, tonight, they came with a little bit of
a smirk.
Jesus promises the Holy Spirit. He promises peace. And then he sends a violent wind and enough
fire for everybody (see Acts 2) accompanied by so much language confusion and
excitement that the people are concerned they may have stumbled into the local
bar as opposed to the local church. Not
to worry, though. Peter's on it. It's only 9:00 in the morning, he
reassures. Surely no one is drunk!
Peter then goes on to quote from Scripture. I mean, it's not canonized yet, but here are the words of the prophet Joel! Peter issues a wake-up call... which is sort of ironic, since he begins to speak about dreams.
Fire
Unfortunately, I think we have turned this
image into something frightening, something harmful, something
undesirable. And yet, fire refines.
Romans
8:14-17, "For
those who are led by the Spirit of God are the children of God. The Spirit you received does not make you slaves, so that you
live in fear again; rather, the Spirit you received brought about your adoption
to sonship.
And by him we cry, 'Abba, Father.' The
Spirit himself testifies with our spirit that we are God’s children.
Now if we are children, then we are heirs—heirs
of God and co-heirs with Christ, if indeed we share in his sufferings in order
that we may also share in his glory" (NIV).
I'm not about to suggest that fire doesn't
hurt, and I'm not about to suggest that it doesn't change us. However, I think there are times when we
should stop to evaluate whether or not the pain is worth it. I don't know about you, but I feel as if
sharing in God's glory might be well worth
the risk (and inevitability) of suffering, but it's difficult to say, for sure,
because I understand so little about what suffering actually entails.
Tongues of fire? Goodness, I whine when my coffee is a little
too hot!
As I mentioned in an earlier post, the days
between the ascension and Pentecost must have been difficult ones. As the disciples waited, I wonder what they
must have imagined. I wonder what they
must have dreamed. I highly doubt it was
the scenario that actually unfolded! I
hope, though, that when it did, Philip stopped to remember those words Jesus
spoke. I hope he was like, "Oh, hey
guys, wait! I think this might be it! Jesus said it wasn't going to be like the
world would do it!" I wonder if he
then mumbled to himself, "No wonder he said not to be afraid. Because this is terrifying!"
I also wonder how often we miss really
important stuff... stuff like the coming of the Holy Spirit... because we're
too afraid to let the Holy Spirit come... because we're too afraid of the fire
and the suffering and the stigma of being drunk...
#DoScaryThings
L.
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