Wilted lettuce. The men were like wilted lettuce in my opinion.
Oh, they believed. They walked side-by-side with the Messiah. They watched his miracles first hand and soaked in the droplets of his words like a tall cup of refreshing sweet tea on a hot, humid day.
It was good.
But there was more.
Their faith, up until that point, had mainly been a one-on-one relationship, just them and Jesus. Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John chronicle their faith walk well.
In the midst of the Gospel’s pages, however, are denial, selfishness, keeping distance, and demons who simply laughed in their faces.
The disciples were with Jesus, but Jesus’ power was not evident in them.
They believed he was the Messiah, but where was the power for ministry to change lives? The ability to speak with courage? Share with power? Act with spiritual supergreens strength?
It resided in the Holy Spirit.
And it came from heaven, to them.
With this new-found strength, the disciples’ relationship went from simply them and Jesus to a ministry that included all who could hear. It impacted the masses for God’s good.
Courage was bold like a lion. It roared and all listened. Intently, they listened. With heart-changing, mind-freeing ears, they listened.
Not only did they listen, but they acted. Like a pot of soup, their hearts were stirred.
Yes! I believe in you, Jesus spread amongst the crowd of people, and many were saved.
They heard because the words came with power, Holy Spirit power. It’s the variety of power that only comes from spending time with Jesus.
…they were astonished
and took note
that these men had been with Jesus.
Acts 4:12b NIV
I desire that courage, that strength to speak with words that bear much fruit, that change lives, that draw all who hear to the very source of the strength display: Jesus. And I know the Lord wants me to desire it because then it’s all about him, not me.
As I pondered this in the minivan this morning, on the jaunt home after safely depositing the kids at school, a stirring occurred within my own heart. Right there, in that minivan. (There must be something about cars and my faith because I was born again in a little Ford Ranger! Being a mechanic’s daughter, I suppose that fits well.)
There was a stirring…
And then there was a prayer…
Lord, I’m yours. Do with me as you see fit today. Speak boldly through these words of mine, whether they are written or spoken. I am yours. I’m your vessel.
Do you feel the same thing I do? Is there a stirring that prompts for “more”? In life, in lingering, in learning, in ministry, in outreach?
I’m right there with you.
Come Holy Spirit, come.