Pentecost Sunday is one of my favorite days of the year. Not only do I get to sing some of my favorite Holy Ghost, Spirit-filled songs, but I get to rehear the exciting story of when the church first got it's start.
Today will go down in my memory as a special Sunday because....The Holy Spirit showed up at church.
Our pastor had just shared about the wind that people felt during Pentecost and all of a sudden, the front door of the church swung open with a loud bang and the wind blew strongly into the sanctuary. Two more doors on both sides of the choir loft slammed shut and rumbled loudly. People were stirring in their seats wondering what was happening.
I knew by the look on my Pastor's face that this was not a "sound prop" staged for effect.....I cried out in front of the congregation...."Welcome Holy Spirit!!!" As I smiled and joy filled my heart....I then heard a scoffer, comment out loud that it was a trick and wondered how it was done.
No one spoke in tongues today, but I know it must have had much meaning to many, other than myself. I cried many times as I would think about how the timing seemed so perfect...yet I cried again when I thought about the scoffer. How terrible to lack the joy that it could have brought to them.
I guess everyone is different....one will see a miracle and another will see a trick. I'm glad the Holy Spirit has given me an eye for miracles. I do so love them....especially when I had asked God for one. :)