I’m not ready for another Bible story.
If I listen will you tell me about the weird animals?
What do you mean, I have to take my chances?
But last week Jesus went up into heaven.
Isn’t the story over?
Okay, I’m listening.
When the day of Pentecost came, the disciples were all together in one place. Suddenly a sound like the blowing of a violent wind came from heaven and filled the whole house where they were sitting.
We had wind here today.
Do you think it was the same wind that blew on us and them?
I am listening.
They saw what seemed to be tongues of fire that separated and came to rest on each of them.
Somebody better get the fire hose!
What do you mean, listen to the story?
Are you going to get the fire hose, person?
All of them were filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak in other tongues as the Spirit enabled them.
Did the Holy Spirit get the fire hose?
Now there were staying in Jerusalem God-fearing Jews from every nation under heaven. When they heard this sound, a crowd came together in bewilderment, because each one heard them speaking in his own language.
I bet some of them could even speak to dogs.
Yes, I’m listening.
I think I hear someone speaking my language.
Utterly amazed, they asked, “Are not all these men who are speaking Galileans? Then how is it that each of us hears them in his own native language? Parthians, Medes, and Elamites; residents of Mesopotamia, Judea and Cappadocia, Pontus and Asia, Phrygia and Pamphylia, Egypt and the parts of Libya near Cyrene; visitors from Rome (both Jews and converts to Judaism); Cretans and Arabs – we hear them declaring the wonders of God in our own tongues!”
I wonder if the dogs from all those places speak the same language?
I am speaking – I mean listening.
Amazed and perplexed, they asked one another, “What does this mean?”
I bet if all those people could speak to their dogs it would all be explained.