Quiet fire, the problem with good ideas, and never sometimes…

Happy Friday, friends, and a blessed Pentecost for the days to come. It is a feast I hold dear every year. And as I think about those men on fire, I’m always struck by the inherent dynamic tension of the event. The disciples begin the day huddled in a locked room, paralyzed by fear. They end it rushing out into the street, animated by the Holy Spirit. What changes in between is their reception of the gift Christ promised at his ascension.

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