As I rounded the corner, right there on the sidewalk, God stopped me in my tracks with a gentle whisper. “Tyler, no one was impressed by the ‘content Peter curated’ for the Day of Pentecost. In fact, no one noticed Peter at all. They were too busy responding to me.” As my pace slowed a little bit and I processed the unexpected, gentle deflation of my puffed-up false self, the kind whisper of the Lord went on. “Tyler, great content, but there was no power.”
