Throughout history, God has captured the attention of humanity in radical ways: a worldwide flood, a burning bush, an angelic wrestling match, the sending of plagues, parting of seas, and confusing of languages. God had intervened with the appearance of angels, the raining of fire on a city, and a seventh trip around Jericho had toppled fortified walls. Yet the most effective, seems less dramatic. Every December the whole world stops and celebrates the birth of an infant. 

Nothing God did in all of history compared to what would be accomplished in the three short years of Jesus' ministry.  The twelve men Jesus lived alongside would go on to change the world.  However, after his death - it is not a band of bold, courageous world changers that we witness.  In those terrifying moments, those men Jesus led ran away, hid, and it seems…gave up.

What happened that night, hiding there in the darkness scared, confused, and filled with despair? Was the room silent as memories flooded back?  Did they begin to tell stories, reminisce, and wonder how they could have gotten things so wrong? Did they recall the time Jesus took Peter fishing? Did they recall laughing as they shared stories with Jesus around a campfire after a meal? Did they retell the stories Jesus told while they were hiking? Did they recall their argument about who would be the greatest? Did they remember the night they were scared to death by a storm while Jesus slept in the boat, or the time they thought he was a ghost walking on the water? 

In that moment, something happened that had never happened before in history. A resurrected Jesus showed up in their living room! No one could believe it! The years they had spent building a relationship with Jesus began to make sense; and nothing would ever be the same! The disciples spent the rest of their lives building relationships and sharing what they knew to be true. They poured into people … who poured into people … who poured into people … until someone poured into you. Who represented Jesus to you?