I was doing some reading this morning about the Pentecost and grasped a little of what it meant to be baptized in the Holy Spirit. And the interesting part is that it has little (or nothing) to do with tongues but more of feeding the poor and helping the needy. I’m enjoying how reading the new takes me back to the old and vice versa.
And I also read about how to live is to walk. It helps keep me in perspective on where I’m going, where I’ve been and where I’m at now, and ultimately who I’m walking after. I’m enjoying how tomorrow and the entire year is not panned out. Ooh… the mystery of tomorrow.