Jesus has given up His life to ransom the souls of men, but death could not hold Him. Risen again, He promises a power that will come over His people.
Despite the joy that He is alive and interceding in the heavenlies on their behalf, heartache has...
Estelle breathed a sigh of relief, flanked by Robert one side, Samuel on the other. He may not have said anything publicly, but it was clear he made his intentions known that one day she would be his bride. As the older sister, she tried to put on a brave face that she wasn't as concerned about being ransacked by angry mobs, led by the religious assembly that was anything but. She still struggled to comprehend how those that followed the law of Moses so strictly would crucify their Lord. Her heavy exhalation was covered by the sound of the wind, suddenly starting to blow, even louder than the prayers being lifted so fervently. She glanced at her brother, his lips moving what looked like silently, but it was impossible to tell between the cries to Christ and the wind. At least with the storm coming, their voices would be more drowned out. That was the only positive about it. Much like her mother, she was scared of storms.
She covered her eyes with her hands, bowing again where she sat, her prayer joining the others, only with the added addition, "Lord, give me more courage!"
The wind battered the upper room, growing more fierce. It was a distraction, heads lifting from prayer to glance at the window before bowing back down. Had a storm been expected? They'd been so busy tarrying, the weather had become a second thought.
The two siblings reached for each other's hands simultaneously, giving each other the slightest, "You're so wimpy," for the smallest of seconds as the room shook vehemently.
The only ones who stayed unmoved by the force of the wind were the remaining disciples. It was easy enough to understand. They knew, first hand, that it was the Lord who was in control of nature. A "Peace, be still!" was all that was needed. How trust had increased!
Roaring wind and increasing fervent prayer were fever pitched enough that the two felt compelled again to seek the Lord.
"Oh!" a voice called out.
"Hallelujah!"
"Praise Jesus!"
"He has come!"
One by one prayer was turned into shock and triumph. The dimly lit room lighting up with a flaming glow.
Fire!
But yet nothing burned, just like when God Almighty had appeared to Moses of old out of the flaming bush that never consumed.
How could it be?
Robert yanked up his head, gazing wide-eyed as he took in the sight. What was this!? A cloven tongues of fire sat upon the heads of all those in the place, a new language pouring forth individually from each person gathered in the room as the Holy Ghost Himself gave the utterance.
Estelle gasped, "Praise the Lord!" her eyes widening at the fiery flame above Robert's head. By his expression of praise, his mouth twisting into a huge grin as he gave God the glory, she knew she had one too.
The seal of the Lord's redeemed was upon them. He had proved and manifested that they were His in a way none could ever have imagined.
The fire of the Holy Ghost sought after so intently, had fallen. The Lord's promises are sure. In Him is "Yea and Amen."
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