In my younger years, I spent my summers counseling summer church camps. It was a blast. At the end of each week we closed out camp with a dance. Also a blast. It was great, the kids had spent the week getting to know each other and by the end of the week they had let go of their cool kid facades (at least mostly) and were ready to have a good time goofing off. We broke out the classic moves– the lawnmower, the sprinkler, the running man– and we made up some of our own. We just spent hours jumping around and having a great time. Every once in a while a slow song would come on. Most of the kids would migrate to the margins and catch their breath or head for a quick drink of water. But there were some who were brave enough to actually partner up with a person of the opposite sex and attempt the awkward middle school slow dance. And then the counselors sprung into action. Most of the kids had the standard stance of keeping each other at an arms length away, but others seemed to be testing the adolescent waters and moved in for a closer embrace. That is when we shined. We would bounce around from couple to couple saying “keep room for the Holy Spirit”, making sure that things didn’t get too serious.
This week Brandon and I started working our way through the book of Acts together. We are starting a new church, so it seems reasonable to ground ourselves in the stories and events of the first charged with the task. In the first chapter the disciples ask Jesus if now is the time. It makes sense. Jesus was crucified and everything had been a mess and it seemed that everything they had hoped for was gone. But then it wasn’t. He came back. He triumphed over death and he was there, in their midst– everything was good again. Not just good, it was all clear now, Jesus was going to change everything. So that change was going to happen now right, like right now right now– right?!?