Imagine, for a moment, yourself in Peter’s sandals. You’ve seen Jesus convicted by a Jewish kangaroo court and brutally executed by Roman soldiers at the order of a politically-vulnerable Roman governor. You’ve seen him alive again, and even eaten with him, proving him neither ghost nor golem. You’ve stood looking up into the sky and watched him vanish from sight. You’ve followed his instructions, waiting with the rest of his disciples in Jerusalem for . . . well, for something to happen, even if you weren’t exactly sure just what. And now, this morning, with all of you together at the Temple to celebrate the Feast of Weeks, that something happened, and you are experiencing the world made strange.
And what’s more, it’s not just you—everyone around you in the Temple is experiencing it, too, as your fellow disciples are all speaking at the same time in all the various languages of the Roman world. You’re surrounded by a crowd now, a crowd of people watching in stunned bewilderment. Some are trying desperately to understand; others have raised shields of self-defensive mockery, accusing you all of being drunk out of your skulls. Suddenly, you feel the Spirit of God pulling you up to speak. What do you do? What do you say?Read more