The prophet Joel predicted it. The church experienced it.
The disciples acted by its power. I’m talking about the Day of Pentecost when
the Holy Spirit was poured out onto the church. The wind blew, the fire burned,
and people could really talk to each other.
I have yet to attend a worship service like that first
one. Oh, I’ve seen bells and whistles,
and I’ve heard some mighty fine music and occasionally an interesting
sermon. But I’ve witnessed nothing with the
power described in Acts 2.
In fact, for all the energy we pour into our churches, we are
rather anemic.
So what’s going on?
Was it a singular event to celebrate the entrance of the
church into the world? Possibly, but I’m going to assume that God still pours
his Presence into the church and into our hearts, whether I feel it or
not. So how do we see it? How can we
work in concert with this mysterious Spirit, so we can benefit from its power?
As I read through Acts 2 again, I note Joel’s words about
young men having visions and old men having dreams. What dreams? What visions?
I believe people actually get what they envision. Does the
church have dream of a great performance team? They can have that. Want a
bigger building? That’s possible. A hotshot, spellbinding, fireball of a
speaker? They’re out there. But these
are not necessarily vessels of the Spirit.
What if we dream with the Spirit of a God who longs to heal
and minister to others? What if we see ourselves as vessels of compassion,
mercy, and love? What if the church envisions itself helping a dark and crooked
world to become bright and happy? We could have that.
Perhaps these visions can open our eyes to the same Spirit
whose presence was poured out on the people at Pentecost. And we’ll see it has
always been right there.