Sunday, April 20, 2008
Children of Pentecost
By Ramone - April 19, 2008
Recently when writing about Pentecost and tongues, I read in Acts how the number of "brothers" was said to be 120, and realized that probably didn't include women and children (see Matthew 14:21 & 15:38 for more examples ancient patriarchal counting habits). But if any mothers were there, or fathers or families, then children would've been there, too. And it says that the Spirit was poured out on everyone, and they all praised God in tongues.
Hallelu Yah! How awesome to imagine and picture children praising God at Pentecost!
When I was writing about Pentecost and tongues, I got too "peripheral" -- that is, I focused mostly on the mechanics of when and where such things would be allowed or disallowed, focusing on "church order" instead of the spirit of these things. But in giving me this picture, God just doused me with His pure joy and called me back into childlike wonder at His love and being filled with His Spirit.
He's calling us to be children of Pentecost--
children of His SpiritHe told me to not get too caught up explaining it or dissecting it or even in defending it. Don't make a rule of it or law of it or regulation of it; don't offend by it, don't fight with it and don't focus on it too much.
children of His fire
children of His flame
children of the passion of His heart
"Be a child of My flame," He says.I was just showing this picture to my one-year-old son Timothy, and he seemed to like it, hehe. He loves worshiping Jesus already! (See these pictures!) As I was showing him this and he was smiling, I began singing this song and I think it totally fits. (^_^) Thank You, Jesus!
"Dance in My joy, drink My Spirit,
be ignited with the fire of My heart.
Sink Yourself into My passion.
Be My child, My child of Pentecost."
My First Love
by Stuart Townsend
My first love is a blazing fire
I feel His powerful love in me
For He has kindled a flame of passion
And I will let is grow in me
And in the night I will sing Your praise, my love
And in the morning I'll seek Your face, my love
And like a child I will dance in Your presence
Oh, let the joy of heaven pour down on me
I still remember the first day I met You
And I don't ever want to lose that fire, my first love
My first love is a rushing river
A waterfall that will never cease
And in the torrent of tears and laughter
I feel a healing power released
And I will draw from Your well of life, my love
And in Your grace I'll be satisfied, my love
Restore the years of the church's slumber
Revive the fire that has grown so dim
Renew the love of those first encounters
That we may come alive again
And we will rise like the dawn throughout the earth
Until the trumpet announces Your return