In the hospital, I heard somebody from the partition curtain sobbing with fright after the doctor and nurses left her. I tried to ignore her thinking I could not do anything especially since I do not speak her language. Yet, perhaps to be able to see someone who had undergone the same thing she is about to get the next day might calm her down. I went to her and smiled, then winced my face pointing to my abdominal binder from the surgery, then signed that it will be okay. I gave her a prayer card written in Japanese that I got from my children's school. She stopped crying, looked at me in the eye then we tapped each other and parted with smiles. I thought it was a lovely conversation.
Acts 2:1-4
When the time for Pentecost was fulfilled, they were all in one place together. And suddenly there came from the sky a noise like a strong wind, and it filled the entire house in which they were. Then there appeared to them tongues as of fire, which parted and came to rest on each of them. And they were all filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak in different tongues, as the Spirit enabled them to proclaim.
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