On this eve of Pentecost, I had a small revelation. At Mass tonight, the priest mentioned that wind and fire were symbols associated with the Holy Spirit.
And I thought of the pillar of fire that guided the Israelis out of Egypt. God was in the fire then. He was leading them.
But on Pentecost, a flame was visible over the apostle's heads. God was no longer simply in front of them, leading them. He was there, within them, in the guise of the Holy Spirit.
What a wonderful gift God gave us when he allowed the Spirit to dwell among us!