Acts 2. Acts 2 was an interesting time. The church was, well, just starting. The Holy Spirit came down. Everyone was speaking in tongues. Everyone was confused. Then you have Puts-his-foot-in-his-mouth Peter getting up to make sense of it all. Can’t you just picture this scene?
Every Sunday morning while growing up, we went to church. Rain, snow, or shine (in fact, we even made it the first morning of the 2010 Nashville Flood*) we were there. For years, I argued with my parents about what to wear to Sunday morning services. It made for some interesting conversations, and differences of opinion. While I may not have agreed with my parents, and still don’t sometimes, I understand the idea of putting on your Sunday bests now more than I ever have.
There is something about being in the presence of the divine that strikes you strange. It puts you at a loss for words. I don’t think our Sunday bests are what we’re wearing, but what we wear on our hearts.
Do we let the divine infect our hearts? I think if we did, we wouldn’t be so caught up in the petty troubles that this life throws at us.
My prayer for us today is that we let the divine dress us up in our Sunday bests. That we let it infect us, move through us, work in us, and, ultimately, love us indefinitely.
Breathe in. Breathe out.