Sunday, April 13, 2008

Longing for Pentecost - Christian Poem

Father,

I'm hungry for a bit of Pentecost--
    For unexpected fire,
    Extravagant worship,
    Bold evangelism,
    Missionary zeal
    And new tongues.

I love the stability
    And the predictability
    And the maturity
    That come with a focus on
    Teaching the Bible,

But when do you shine forth?
    When do you blow through our lives
    With such a mighty rush
    And burn above our lives
    With such dancing fire
    That people rush to see the source of the sound
    And then are shocked to have their lives
    Touched by your fire?

I don't want the shallow fakery
    Of miracles that depend on
    Hair spray and TV cameras.
I don't want the deceptive miracles
    That come to those who worship the miracles
    Instead of you.

You are enough, with or without signs,
    And I thank you for that.

Still, I'm hungry for a bit of Pentecost.


On the day of Pentecost all the believers were meeting together in one place. Suddenly, there was a sound from heaven like the roaring of a mighty windstorm, and it filled the house where they were sitting. Then, what looked like flames or tongues of fire appeared and settled on each of them. And everyone present was filled with the Holy Spirit and began speaking in other languages, as the Holy Spirit gave them this ability.
--Acts 2:1-4, NLT

1 comment:

Ρωμανός ~ Romanós said...

Pentecost is always at our doors when we simply walk in love, in the willingness to say Yes to whatever God asks, and to expect His asking, but not to second guess Him.

"I charge you,
daughters of Jerusalem,
by the gazelles,
by the hinds of the field,
not to stir My love,
nor rouse it,
until it please to awake."
(Song of Songs 2:7)