God shook the house. The people prayed and God shook the house. They prayed to proclaim Jesus. They prayed for boldness to proclaim him in the face of opposition and persecution. They prayed to make him known and experienced in the world.
Fill me again, Master, with your Holy Spirit. Rock my heart and my house that I might proclaim you with boldness too. Or do I need to proclaim you first? Obey first, just do it, and then faith and boldness will follow. Or maybe they come together when you obey.
My problem is that I sit here and do nothing. Praying for boldness, faith, mission. I feel it. A little quivering in the rib just right of my heart. But feeling it will not get me out of this chair. Only standing up will. Or writing it and posting it.
And forgive me, I need to get over worrying about offending people, drop the excuse that I don’t want to turn you off. Did Peter and John worry about offending? Did you worry about offending, Jesus? For me, it’s just a convenient way to just keep sitting here. Speak the word in season and out. Do it with gentleness and tact. But do it.
God is alive, people. We thought we killed him with our science. We cast him aside as irrelevant. We hurried past him to build big houses, drive fast cars, and party too late on Saturdays to get up and go to church on Sundays.
They thought they had gotten rid of him back in 33 AD too.
But surprise! He is alive. He is risen from the dead. And he is coming for us. Coming to love you and forgive you and welcome you into an everlasting community of love, of people like you, of people who really do need people, of people who really do need God.
A people meant to shake the world.
To You, O Lord 