No Other Rock

And when the day of Pentecost was fully come . . . ~ Acts 2:1

I am going to tell you more about my dream I had.

After the wind stopped – I somehow ended up at some sort of safe-house that survived the tornado. There were a handful of others and I had a feeling probably much like the folks on the television show, Jerhico, when they realized that nothing would ever be the same again.

There was fear for survival, hope that loved ones were still alive and concern that things were going to get worse.

As I was there, I started to talk with the man who grabbed hold of the stone upon my urging. He seemed gracious – but I cannot recall any of the conversation. Then, we were interrupted by a young woman – whom I had known only briefly in junior high school. She made fun of me for something stupid her first week after moving from another school system and I pretty much never liked her even as a person much after that. I am sure the feeling was mutual on her part, but I have no idea.

Anywho, in the dream, she came up and said “Hi, I’m ____ _____.” I said, “Yeah. I know who you are.”

As much as I wanted to tell her how much her snobbish comment hurt me and angered me, I just smiled politely.

Does this dream have to do with today’s devotion? Certainly yesterday’s portion could have been easily connected. But this one really does not apply until you review the last paragraph of the devotion:

I would not seem over-dogmatic on this, but I think it true that our individual experience of the Spirit’s infilling usually begins with a “day of Pentecost” in the soul, when in utter yieldedness to Christ, by faith we appropriate it. This is usually some time after conversion. Dear Christian, have you had your “day of Pentecost”?

Today, my prayer for you and I is that we will meditate on our “day of Pentecost”.