I'm hungry for a bit of Pentecost--
For unexpected fire,
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