Today, I compared Pentacost (which is today, apparently) to that one episode of Babylon 5 where Kosh comes out of his encounter suit.
Then I compared the disciples to the Power Rangers and Peter to that one special Ranger who shows up later in the series with the silver/gold/white/whatever Zord, like Zhane in Power Rangers in Space.* (Yes, I watched Power Rangers, and yes, In Space was my favorite. My pre-teen self thought Andros was very very yummy.)
…I think my mother now regrets reading from Acts at the dinner table.
To her credit, Mom has long since given up on converting me back to Christianity, though I think she still secretly hopes I’ll return to it someday. Which is a possibility, I suppose–gods willing, I have at least another sixty years to go–but I kind of doubt it. She does insist that the GHMC and I know the basics of Christian Things, since apparently that’s part of being an educated Westerner. Although how many of you non-regular-churchgoing-Christians know what Pentacost is?
…anyway, I like my version of Pentacost better. Aliens and Power Rangers are way cooler than a bunch of dead guys speaking a bunch of dead languages. And yes, I am occasionally a ten-year-old boy, why do you ask?
*If you got both of those analogies, congratulations, you are probably the only other person on the planet who is a hardcore B5 geek, watched Power Rangers as a kid, and knows enough about Christian mythology to understand all of the references made herein. If you are a male between the ages of twenty and thirty, speak tolerable English, and don’t actually expect me to care about Christian mythology (a Pagan would be nice, but not required), will you marry me?