Living in a zone of trust

This morning I woke up wondering what the disciples did on the day after Pentecost. Surely they were fired up, ready to go, after all that empowering wind nearly knocked them over and those tongues of fire electrified them into action. Could they even get to sleep after such an amazing experience? Did they stay up far into the night, talking to each other over a few cold brews about what it all meant? Did the ancient papparazzi hound them for an accounting when they stepped out into the sunshine? Were they still able to be understood by people with different languages, or were they scoffed at for acting like drunkards? Whatever happened on the day after, I think they finally began to know what it meant to live in a zone of trust. The journey beyond themselves was underway.