Sidney, the black cat I’ve inherited, sits on the arm of the couch in my office. She stares longingly at the window, sizing up the gap between her and the radiator under the window that has long been her perch for that favorite cat past time: bird watching.
For the first time, Sidney elects not to jump. She’s getting older and the distance just seems too far today.
I suspect it was much the same for that rag-tag group of followers of Jesus in the days between Easter and Pentecost, as they sat and waited, for what they knew not.
If it had been up to them, the jump from crucifixion to resurrection to being church just would have been too far.
Fortunately for them and for us, it wasn’t up to them. Jesus leapt; the Holy Spirit came; and the rest is history.
I am so grateful to serve a leaping Lord! Aren’t you?
Yes!
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