Pentecost was hot, man.

No really, it was stinkin' hot. I don't know if you have ever paid attention to the hottest time of the day in this here concrete jungle. Buuuut, I'm pretty sure it is 4:30PM. Oh, the Pilney has AC--a window unit. And as soon as you walk in, it feels nice. Significantly cooler. But ten minutes later you realize that 25 bodies can heat up the joint pretty quickly. Never-the-less, Justin led us on a Holy Spirit musical of sorts. And dang, it was gooood. We sang-bravely, boldly--a bunch of stuff we had never heard before. Wilted from heat, yes. Yet, undaunted, we go forth.