Before I jump into this one, I just have to tell you how funny I thought it was that one day the Lord is teaching me that I need to wait on him, and the next day he’s asking me to do just that. I read this chapter yesterday. I read it over and over and over. I dove into the historical context of it. I read several commentaries about it. Then I read it again. But, I just wasn’t hearing any definite message or teaching from it. But, then the Lord said, “It’s OK Stephanie. Just wait. Just stew on this today.”

So I did.

And by the time I got home from my run last night, he had refocused my attention on this chapter. And all I could think about was POWER.

The power he shows in this chapter is nothing short of amazing!

This morning he nudged me to read it again. But, this time he wanted me to read it through the lens of his power.

So I did.

Jerusalem was full of people who had traveled there for the festival of Pentecost. The disciples were there waiting, as Jesus had asked them to do, for God to send the Holy Spirit. They were all together when it happened. God sent the Holy Spirit to them, and he did it such a powerful way that people from all over the city came just to see what was going on. The Holy Spirit came in with a sound like a mighty wind. Flames rested on all the disciples. They started speaking in languages they’d never even heard before. But, everyone in the crowd could understand someone who was speaking, and they were completely amazed by it.

Just imagine for a minute what that scene would’ve really been like.

And then Peter started preaching. And this was no ordinary sermon. Peter was filled with the Holy Spirit. He spoke with authority. He was bold. He was confident. He was convincing. So convincing in fact, that 3,000 people came to faith that day.

THREE. THOUSAND. PEOPLE.

And not one of those salvations can be attributed to anything except the power of the Holy Spirit. There’s no way 3,000 people would’ve been saved that day if the disciples had tried to do it on their own.

And that’s when the Lord turned the lens back on me. (I knew it would happen eventually!) He asked me, “What are you trying to do in your own power? And how are you limiting my power by not giving me complete control of those things?”

I know I’m guilty of this. There are some things that I just don’t want to let go of. And I don’t know why, because holding onto them gets me nowhere. I know that my power is nothing compared to his. I know that giving up control is a good thing, not a bad thing. I know that he can do more through me than I could ever do on my own.

So, why do I keep trying to do it my way?

Because I’m human. I have a sinful nature that says I have all the power I need, that I don’t need to listen to the Spirit inside me, and that I surely don’t need to rely on God’s power.

But I also have a Savior who died and rose from the grave with the very power that he knew I would resist.

I’m working on completely surrendering to him. I’m working on completely relying on his power. And I’m thankful that he loves me enough to keep pointing out the ways that I don’t.

 

 

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