Confessions of a Pentecostal Coffee-Holic, part 4.

[Please Note: if you haven’t read the first 3, please scroll down a couple of weeks to like May 15 and then come back here.]

Okay, I’m getting it right this time.

Coffee mix, that one with the long silly title? Check. Right here.

Large coffee mug, but not one that’s overly-large-to-the-point-of-embarrassing-my-wife-Patty, coffee mug? Check. Right here.

The lid that matches it? Check. Again, right here.

The lid fits securely? Yup!

Scoop out the container’s recommended amount of coffee mix  and get into the mug. Add an extra scoop because…well, I dunno, just because, I guess. Done.

Fill up the tea kettle thing. Good.

Put it on the stove. Perfect.

But in ten minutes nothing’s happened.

I didn’t fire up the burner under the water.

Everything’s in place, but nothing’s happening.

Sorta like a lotta churches when we forget what Acts 2:3 calls what seemed to be tongues of fire that separated and came to rest on each of them.

Can’t have much of a church of Christ Jesus without his Holy Spirit firing us up, empowering us, supporting us and comforting us.

Just like that cup of coffee mix that’s got everything in place, but nothing’s happening.

Today is The Day of Pentecost on the church calendar. We’ll read and sing and think together about Acts 2 and what’s been called The Birthday of The Church.

And on this birthday, Christ Jesus promises us a Gift:“You will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes on you.” (Acts 1:8)