A Mighty Wind of Change

Dr. Larry Thorson
May 4, 2008

 

Scripture: Acts 2:1-6

1 When the day of Pentecost came, they were all together in one place. 2 Suddenly a sound like the blowing of a violent wind came from heaven and filled the whole house where they were sitting. 3 They saw what seemed to be tongues of fire that separated and came to rest on each of them. 4 All of them were filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak in other tongues as the Spirit enabled them.

    5 Now there were staying in Jerusalem God-fearing Jews from every nation under heaven. 6 When they heard this sound, a crowd came together in bewilderment, because each one heard their own language being spoken.

                                    Today’s New International Version Copyright © 2001, 2005 by                                                                  International Bible Society

 

        This year I had a scheduling dilemma in my preaching.  Pentecost and Mother’s Day fall on the same day, May 11.  Now that may not seem like much of a dilemma to you but Pentecost is the third most important day in the church’s calendar behind Christmas and Easter.  It’s when we celebrate the coming of the Holy Spirit for the common people.  But Hallmark Cards has never found it a major marketing tool, at least not like Mother’s Day. Mother’s Day is the third best attended Sunday behind Christmas and Easter.  So what’s a preacher to do?  More people will come to church next Sunday for Mom than Pentecost.  So I’m giving in to Hallmark. 

That means today is our Pentecost Sunday and next Sunday is going to be a Pentecost Mother’s Day.  You’ll have to come and see what that looks like.  Long before there was a day dedicate to mother, there was a Jewish holiday called Pentecost, held 50 days after Passover to celebrate God’s blessings to us in the harvest.  Let’s read what happened on the first Pentecost after Jesus was resurrected…

 

Acts 2:1 When the day of Pentecost came, they were all together in one place. 2 Suddenly a sound like the blowing of a violent wind came from heaven and filled the whole house where they were sitting.

 

        Basically this is a story about wind.  I used to like wind.  Every afternoon between 3:30 and 4:00 soft ocean breezes would make their way down the San Francisco Bay and bring their evening cool to San Jose where I lived.  It would also blow away our smoggy sins to what we considered forsaken places like Fresno and Bakersfield. 

        When I moved to Dallas I discovered a different kind of wind on a daily basis.  They have hard, violent winds that beat against your house day after day.  Some of the winds came from the Rockies of Colorado and chilled things down. Other winds came from the Gulf and brought warm moist air with them.  Sometimes the winds got in a fight with each other and turned into ferocious tornadoes.  Last week Arkansas and other middle states had over 25 tornadoes.  That’s a lot of wind fighting.     

        I liken the winds on Pentecost to be more like Texas winds than summer Bay Area breezes.  It’s described as a “violent wind”.  It was the kind of wind that got your attention.  It was the kind of wind when you knew life was not going to be the same when it was finished. 

        Wind has been a way to describe how God’s Spirit works since the very first verse of the Bible which says “In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth. And the earth was without form and void; and darkness covered the face of the deep. And the spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters.” (Genesis 1:1)

That word for spirit in the original Hebrew of Genesis is “ruach.” The same word can also be translated as “mighty wind.” Some of our contemporary translations say, “A wind from God instead of the spirit of God swept over the face of the waters.”

        So when the world was being created God the Holy Spirit was a mighty wind that moved across the dark chaos that had settled in, pushed it aside, and created life in its place.  Later in the Old Testament, that same wind appeared again blowing across the Red Sea, splitting the sea in half, and making a way for the Hebrews to leave slavery.  Much later, the mighty wind reappears rushing across Ezekiel’s valley of dry bones, bringing them back to life with God’s breath.

        On the day of Pentecost, after Jesus had been resurrected, the disciples were huddled together in the sanctuary of their upper room praying, and suddenly this violent wind from heaven appeared—inside the house.

It’s one thing to have wind howling outside but to have it right inside your safe little house with the doors and windows shut tight is a little scary.  And the wind just had to come when they were having a prayer meeting of all times. 

 

3 They saw what seemed to be tongues of fire that separated and came to rest on each of them.

 

Now there are two things in life that should never, ever be matched up and that’s violent wind and fire.  As southern Californians we are especially aware of the danger of that combination.  I’m sure they were aware of that in the dry land of Israel as well.  On Pentecost they had both inside a little house. 

So what do you think was going through their minds when this was happening?  It makes you wonder if all those Bible stories they had learned as Jewish children about God as wind in creation and again as wind parting the Red Sea in the escape from Egypt might have helped them understand what was going on.  I wonder if they were able to figure out that God was behind it.

The question is, do we recognize God in the storms of life?  Let’s say we’re in a prayer meeting in this sanctuary praying for half a million dollars (just a suggestion) when wind starts blowing hard along these walls.  Hymnbooks start jumping out.  Papers go flying.  Chairs start tipping over.  Fire spontaneously pops up all over the room.  What do we do?  I’d run as fast as I could run.  But if I’m not safe in a sanctuary of God at a prayer meeting where do I think I’m going to be safe?  But I can pretty much guarantee you that I wouldn’t even take the time to answer that question, I’d be running.

When the winds of change sweep through your life, do you know what it means?  Would any of those Bible stories you’ve learned over the years about how God cares for his own amount to anything? When your safe plans are blown out the door, and you’re forced to move into a strange future that you hadn’t planned, do you realize that this may be the Spirit of God leading you to a new life or do you just run?  “Oh no, what’s God doing to me now?” 

        Picture what the early disciples were going through.  Jesus, their resurrected leader had left them ten days earlier.  While they had each other they had no leader.  Their neighbors despised them for following Jesus and claiming that he had been resurrected.  So they felt like they were all alone in the world with a big task to convince the world of Jesus’ salvation.  That’s a scary, lonely place to be and that’s why they were huddled together in a prayer meeting in the safety of their sanctuary.  But then this strange wind rushed down upon them and threw their safe sanctuary into a scary place.  Let me repeat that.  God turned a safe sanctuary into a scary place. 

        That’s what God sometimes does.  God blows us out of our safe sanctuary.  We’re faced with two choices.  We can go with where we’re blown, or we can use our safe place to resist change. If we do the latter, our sanctuary becomes a tomb. Tombs are meant for dead things.  Things that don’t change are dead. Churches that don’t change are dead.  But you can stop living long before you die. All you have to do is to retreat into how it used to be. Then your retreat is a tomb. Jesus doesn’t care much for tombs. He didn’t even stay in his own for long, so don’t expect to find him in yours.

        So they’re blown out of their comfort zone.  Whenever God blows us out of our comfort zone, God always, always gives us what we need for his service.  In v.4 we find out what the early disciples got…

 

4 All of them were filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak in other tongues as the Spirit enabled them.

 

        Spanish?  How did I learn to speak Spanish?  Why now?  That would be my response.  First I practically have a heart attack over a hurricane and spontaneous combustion inside my house and now I’m speaking Spanish?  I’m not scared. 

Six years ago I bought some language software and starting learning Spanish on my computer.  That was too hard so I bought a book and started memorizing Spanish terms.  That didn’t go much better.  Six years later I only know about six words in Spanish, that’s one word a year.  Why, why, why can’t I get some of that little fire and instantly start speaking Spanish?  Why?  Maybe you feel the same way. 

        Oh so now you don’t mind being in a tornado inside your house with fires breaking out?  Oh yea.  I like my safe sanctuary.  Don’t rock it.  Don’t even ask to rock it.  But if we care about the fastest growing population of our valley, Spanish speaking Hispanics then our world has to get rocked.  If we care about those who would never step inside a church because they think it’s another name for nursing home, then our world has to get rocked. 

        Their world was rocked because their culture was sort of like California as we read in vs 5-6…

 

“Now there were staying in Jerusalem God-fearing Jews from every nation under heaven. 6 When they heard this sound, a crowd came together in bewilderment, because each one heard their own language being spoken.

 

Whatever language needs to be spoken by God’s followers to communicate with those who don’t know Jesus, God makes available to us.  Whatever words you need to speak to bring God’s comfort to someone else, as a disciple of Jesus Christ, God makes available to you.  Just ask God in prayer for the gift of the Holy Spirit.  That’s what the early disciples were doing huddled together in that little prayer meeting. 

But there will be a cost for that prayer.  You’re going to have to face the wind.  It also probably means that you’re going to have to get blown out of your safe sanctuary and nobody likes that.  What Pentecost tells us is that the Holy Spirit pushes all of the disciples of Christ out of their safe places so that they can have the power to follow the risen Savior who is at work in the world.  So face the wind and don’t fight the change in your life.  God really loves you and is giving to you his own Son and his very own Spirit so that you can share him with someone else.    

God's Spirit is like the wind,
Where it begins no one knows.
It's here and there and everywhere,
Yet we can't see just where it goes.

The wind through the trees gently blows,
Making the leaves clap their hands in praise!
And the Holy Spirit gently touches those,
Who remember Him throughout their days.

The wind blows on the highest peak,
And sometimes even in the valley low.
But when we feel really down and seek,
God finds us, and in the valley we grow.

When in the valley God hears our prayers,
And God comforts us with such great love!
Then God tells us how much He cares,
And of the glory that awaits us above.

When I'm down and can no longer soar,
Hear me, Lord, and please will You send,
Like so very many other times before,
Your Holy Spirit to me in the wind?
by Dot Wilson © 2003 –as submitted to www.skywriting.net