Pentecost and The Promptings of The Spirit

Today we were reminded of the Holy Spirit coming down upon the Apostles in the Upper Room.....we probably all know the story well, and so I am sure repeating it here isn't necessary.

What came to mind today, as I reflected on the bits of the account, was just how interesting it was that the Apostles began to speak in different tongues or languages as it were. Haven't we all found ourselves finding truth in the most unlikely of places, and from people you'd least expect. Someone says something at the exact moment that we needed either a challenge, clarification or simply understanding or love. The Holy Spirit, I think, works in this way.....we tend to hear things at the moment we are meant to for reasons only He knows for sure. Perhaps we need to learn a lesson, make a friend, see something in a new way, or countless other reasons.

I find myself in those moments often, whether it was something my own child said, or something that another school mom casually mentioned, or an off-handed remark that wasn't even intended for me....I am often trying to take a nugget of something I hear around me. Can I learn from this? Was God trying to tell me something from this? If it truly is no co-incidence that I heard that at that particular moment, and it gave me pause....what am I to do with it?

If it struck me so, if I remember it so clearly, ....why is that?

It's an effort on our part to be aware. We are meant, I think, to be aware of what is going on around us. The Holy Spirit is there, working....waiting to inspire us, challenge us, motivate us....I think He wants to MOVE us! So many people that we tend to surround ourselves with really do have great wisdom, and they don't even know it. They may be speaking their native tongue, and we hear our own language!

Let that language, as the earliest Christians did, awaken a sensitivity to God working. He is there. Always, He is there.

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