The wind came first, wild and unexpected, like breath catching in the throat before tears fall or laughter bursts free. It swept through the house where they waited, not knowing quite what they were waiting for. And then came fire. Not the kind that destroys, but the kind that purifies, illuminates, ignites. Resting on each of them like a touch that said: you, yes you too. That’s how it began.

Pentecost always takes us by surprise. It doesn’t follow our rules. It doesn’t wait politely for permission. It arrives with power and presence, inviting chaos, courage and change. The Spirit doesn’t stay locked in sanctuaries or whispered prayers. It spills out, into the streets, into different tongues, into messy, marvellous humanity.

Some mocked, of course. They always do. “They’ve had too much wine,” they said, shaking their heads. But Peter, who not long before had denied even knowing Jesus, now stood tall. Not with arrogance, but with clarity. This is what the prophet Joel had said would happen: that God would pour out his Spirit on all people, that sons and daughters would prophesy, that young men would see visions and old men dream dreams. Even slaves, both men and women, would be filled with the Spirit, and they too would speak with heaven’s authority.

It’s tempting to domesticate Pentecost, to turn the Spirit into a gentle breeze or a polite nod to diversity. But Acts 2 refuses that. This is no quiet moment. This is revolution, resurrection, revelation. It’s the promise that no one is left out and nothing will be the same.

And maybe that’s what we long for, deep down, to be set alight, to speak and be heard, to see visions that lift us out of the grey. Not to escape the world, but to love it better, bolder, truer.

So come, Holy Spirit. Not just for them, back then, but for us, right now. In our confusion, in our waiting, in our small upper rooms and our crowded streets. Come with wind. Come with fire. Come with the language of love that everyone can understand.

Spirit of the living God, fall afresh on us, and make us brave with love.