Pentecost: fire in the fog

The brilliant birds of paradise flowers always grab my eye. They are so dramatic, so geometric, so un-flowery. I never miss seeing a bird of paradise flower. I think that's how Pentecost was; it was so out there, so new, so different, so unavoidable. When the Holy Spirit rained down and filled the disciples from the inside and enabled them to communicate the good news of Jesus to a foggy world. Rain down fire into fog again.