Pentecost is the birthday of the Church. How simply it all began. The Church was born in frailty and weakness. It had no property, no buildings, no money. Its only resource was people, and there weren't many of those.

Whether we mix things up, get things wrong, put ourselves in the wrong places, there is always a way back to God. God will never leave us or forsake us.

There are stories and recollections of how God works in our lives and how we come to the conclusion that Christ is indeed our own personal saviour, in essence our friend. Perhaps no flashing lights no standing ovations but perhaps a ripple of applause along the way. Let no one ever take your story away from you for your story is special because it is your story.