I grew up long before the age of YouTube. My Sunday school rooms were in a church basement in western Nebraska. We didn't even have filmstrips! When I think back to the story of the first Pentecost, I remember an illustration on one of those Sunday school leaflets that we kids took home each week. The Pentecost leaflet showed men in robes standing in a room looking out of some windows.
Acts 2 tells of those who, while seemingly drunk with the new wine of
the spirit, actually understand one another’s native languages. What if
we saw here a parable for listening to one another’s viewpoints? So
often, others’ native languages not only leave us bereft of
understanding but perpetuate our dislike and distrust of one another.
Our culture’s ever-increasing individualism is about to take a decisive turn. Any day now self-checkout lanes in our stores will outnumber the lanes that lead shoppers to a human cashier. At that point, “going to the market” will become a solitary enterprise.