Photo by Alex Shute on Unsplash “Suddenly, there was a sound from heaven like the roaring of a mighty windstorm…” – Acts 2:2 (NLT) Pentecost has always been one of those Sundays that stirs something deep in my spirit. It’s not flashy like Christmas or weighty like Good Friday. It doesn’t get the marketing push or draw the crowds like Easter. But make no mistake—Pentecost is the disruptive, generative, empowering wind of the Spirit that still shapes the Church today. This year, I’ve found myself reflecting more quietly than usual on this sacred moment in Acts 2. Maybe it’s because of the season I’m in—balancing case management work, grief, chaplaincy, and dreams of future ministry. Maybe it’s because my soul, like the early disciples in that upper room, has been waiting… praying… wondering what’s next. Whatever the reason, this Pentecost feels personal. The Waiting Room of Pentecost We often leap to the wind, the fire, and the tongues. But before all of that—there was waiting. Acts 1:...
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