The Wind Still Blows
There are moments in Scripture that feel less like historyand more like a mirror. Pentecost is one of them. Not because it’s safe.Not because it’s polished.But because it’s disruptive. The followers of Jesus are huddled in an upper room.Fearful. Confused. Waiting. Jesus had ascended.Rome was still Rome.The religious machine was still grinding people into dust.The empire still flexed its…














