One Sunday I was asked to preach for a church in Middletown, CT.  Because it was Pentecost Sunday, the entire theme of my message was about the Holy Spirit and how we can receive it today.  After the service, we went downstairs to have some lunch together and somehow (not sure if I read something or how I found out) I realized that Pentecost Sunday was actually the next Sunday. 

Oh well!  God still moved during the service and I guess every week can be Pentecost Sunday but I’m just thankful that I didn’t mess up on which Sunday was Easter.  That would have been unforgivable! 

Servant of a wicked cool God,

Matt Legere