You're speaking MY langauge!

"When the day of Pentecost had come, they were all together in one place. And suddenly from heaven there came a sound like the rush of a violent wind, and it filled the entire house where they were sitting. Divided tongues, as of fire, appeared among them, and a tongue rested on each of them. All of them were filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak in other languages, as the Spirit gave them ability."

(Acts 2:1-4)

My aunty called me this morning. She lives on the East Coast, and we hadn't spoken in a while. My birth mom died when I was going into the first grade, and her two sisters (and one brother) have remained a part of my life ever since. My aunty loves God and frequently offers to pray for whatever it is that I may need. Today, she prayed for my sickness (flu), my church, and my family. And we talked about, amongst other things, the Day of Pentecost, and the power of the Holy Spirit.

When the early church was just getting started, Jesus told his followers to wait for the POWER that he would send them (the Holy Spirit). When it arrived, there were all kinds of displays of healing power and reconciliation. And one of the neat details that the author of Acts describes is how everyone around the disciples heard them speak in their own languages - despite whatever the disciples were speaking!

I love that. God cares enough about us to translated his love, peace, and grace into whatever "language" we need to hear it. No one is outside of God's reach in this department. And this goes beyond traditional languages, too, I believe. Whatever our background, history, litany of personal hurts, and heartbreaks, whatever way we relate to life, GOD SPEAKS THAT LANGUAGE! And God is working to actively communicate that love to each of us. So... let's keep our eyes, ears, and hearts open to how God will speak in our lives!