This One Couldn't Wait
This
One Couldn’t Wait
I really don’t remember today. Where or when. But my Bible had something to do with it as I
read Pentecost and Jesus talking with Nicodemus. Another Dawn dish soap drop falling into the
grease water and scattering the cloud away.
Baptism of the Holy Ghost! That was it!
Then I did more research and my theory held more water. My pastor says the upstairs has to come
downstairs. Or head knowledge has to become heart understanding.
Peter gets full of the Holy Ghost, lights
up, and begins preaching the good news to a bunch of guys in the square. Not just Roman delinquents but devout men of
the Jewish faith in town for one of the God-ordained gatherings. Peter spoke in tongues and got their
attention. They got a bit guilty for
killing Jesus and asked what to do. “Repent
and be baptized and you shall receive the promise of the Holy Ghost for it is
for you and your children and anyone afar off that God will call.” Something like that. They obeyed and
received. My question, why did they need
it?
The Bible already says they were devout
men. Devout enough to make tracks to
Jerusalem to celebrate the Feast of Firstfruits (correction... Harvest). They came from all over. So, it wasn’t for dedication or boldness. They were supremely overt in their faith
blazing their way into a Roman ruled city.
Devout and determined. Groups of
guys united by faith and languages.
Little pockets of peoples meeting at the temple for a diner date with
God. All according to plan.
Yet, these Jews lacked something. Peter got the Holy Ghost signified by the
speaking in tongues. Right? Right?
These guys received the Promise also, but God didn’t say they lit up or
spoke angelic languages into the night.
They just did the water baptism thing and hung around after that. What would keep a group of geo-separated,
Hebrew-as-a-second-language men wanting to go house to house and break bread?
Identity. This was the first time they could say
it. Father.
Never before. Jesus had been so bold with His new teaching
of the Father, but now it hit home. It
was the baptism of the Holy Ghost. They
understood for the first time that they belonged to Him. Upstairs knowledge came downstairs to the
heart. They became children that day, so
they started acting like children. With great
joy they cancelled all flights out of Jerusalem to be one with Him and His
children.
Jesus said to be baptized with water and
the Spirit. Upon birth, I broke my
mother’s water. Since then, I have had a
God-encounter which drove it down deep that He was indeed my
Father. More than a Dawn dish soap
moment. At age ten, my heart received
Him and joy overflowed. Comfort in the
middle of a broken home. It wasn’t till
fifteen years later did that tongues thing happen. It’s almost as if He said, “Hey stupid, don’t
forget I love you.” That would be an
affectionate stupid from God 😊.
Baptism of the Holy Ghost. We broke out once from our mothers. We break out again in the Spirit and cry out
Abba, Father!
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