Blog Post 15// Peter’s Pentecost

Written by Rachael Restrick, Kristen Andrus and Joey Sarlo
A lead up to Pentecost through the eyes of Peter.

“Wait,” he whispered.
“It won’t be too long. For the light you see now will be a great flame later.”

He’s coming. I can feel him.
Something ignited when He breathed and said receive him.

Flesh and bone, eyes staring into mine.
Jesus whispers, “I have to go,” so it’s only a matter of time.

What kind of gift is this?
In what way is this better?
If He leaves us now, how does this movement, how do I stay together?

I need to know what He’s thinking, what He’s saying, what He wants.
But he’s gone so I can’t. I don’t.

“No one knows the thoughts of God except the Spirit of God.”

Then where are you, Spirit of God?

“Wait…”

Wait!?

It’s the only word I remember.
He called me the rock but the longer He delays the more this rock crumbles—Trying to act like I’m not the denier, the pretender.

I look up to the skies for answers.

Where is this promise? This ghost? This wonder?

I can’t be still when there’s more mystery than certainty, but still, I wait.

I do only what I know to do—
I gather so as not to scatter, as many followers I can find to the second story room.

“Our father in heaven!" We all cry at once.

“Holy is your name!” Fills the air.

“Your will be done on earth as it is in”—

We can’t finish our prayer.
Something takes our breath away.
It’s a sound from heaven,

The sound of a wind—sudden, strong and violent.
It’s filling not only the room, but it’s filling us.

There’s a warmth, a welcoming, a strange familiarity.
It’s not His flesh, bones, and eyes—but it’s Him.

The waiting is done.

The Holy Spirit is in this room and I am immersed with Him.
He spreads quick like wildfire among our ranks.

Burning, purifying, refining, all intertwined in one tangled breath of

Power—

Boldness—

Strength.

He now lives and breathes in me. This strength coming out from inside doesn't feel like me. Indescribable joy consumes each part of me.

I’m not the guy who messed it up, who denied and pretended, allowing pride to get the best of me. He's filled me with love, power and authority.

Jesus, don’t ever take this part of You away from me.

And it’s not just me, it’s for all who ask and receive.
I see a unity of affection but a diversity in expression.
The fire is stirring, walls are breaking, dreams are waking,

No more waiting—

You’re here now.

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