Fellowship’s Fancy

When the day of Pentecost arrived, they were all together in one place. And suddenly there came from heaven a sound like a mighty rushing wind, and it filled the entire house where they were sitting… And they were all filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak in other tongues as the Spirit gave them utterance. Now there were dwelling in Jerusalem… devout men from every nation under heaven. And at this sound the multitude came together, and they were bewildered, because each one was hearing them speak in his own language. And they were amazed and astonished, saying, ‘Are not all these who are speaking Galileans? And how is it that we hear, each of us in his own native language? Parthians and Medes and Elamites and residents of Mesopotamia, Judea and Cappadocia, Pontus and Asia, Phrygia and Pamphylia, Egypt and the parts of Libya belonging to Cyrene, and visitors from Rome, both Jews and proselytes, Cretans and Arabians—we hear them telling in our own tongues the mighty works of God…’

And they devoted themselves to the apostles’ teaching and the fellowship, to the breaking of bread and the prayers… And all who believed were together and had all things in common. And they were selling their possessions and belongings and distributing the proceeds to all, as any had need. And day by day, attending the temple together and breaking bread in their homes, they received their food with glad and generous hearts,  praising God and having favor with all the people.” Acts 2:1-2,4-11,42,44-47

The pocked surface of the Gulf tickled my fancy this morning. In the vast pale blue green, there were dimples of dark, large round dish shapes moving slowly across the surface. Sparkling like strewn jewels, flashing bits of white – was it an errant crest of a tiny wave? No, a school of tiny silver fish, darting and sweeping in unison, ruffling the flat and catching the early mornings rays in twinkly glitter. Such is the artistry of hundreds of fish all swarming through the water together.

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And such is the beauty of fellowship in the Holy Spirit. As a multitude, we can marvel at our different languages speaking a common praise and message of love, the Body moving in unified devotion to proclaim and stand up for truth, to serve, meet needs. When we go it alone, our influence is limited, but traveling together in the stream of God‘s people, in mutual support and endeavor, we break through surfaces of resistance, we spread out and attract attention to the Light we reflect.

Antoine de St. Exupery wrote in his 1943 children’s classic, The Little Prince“Love consists not in gazing at each other, but in looking outward in the same direction.” In order to tickle a dark world with the gospel’s light and love, we must haste away from ourselves, put aside petty differences, and swim en masse with a God-ward focus. Fellowship’s delights are sweeter, and our testimony clearer, when we minister, love, work, and grow together.

Lord, do what You need to in me so I contribute to the winsome fellowship of Your Spirit. Love through me so others know I am Yours, and want to be Yours too. (John 13:35)

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