When the day of Pentecost arrived, they were all together in one place. 2 And suddenly there came from heaven a sound like a mighty rushing wind, and it filled the entire house where they were sitting. 3 And divided tongues as of fire appeared to them and rested[a] on each one of them. 4 And they were all filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak in other tongues as the Spirit gave them utterance.
5 Now there were dwelling in Jerusalem Jews, devout men from every nation under heaven. 6 And at this sound the multitude came together, and they were bewildered, because each one was hearing them speak in his own language. 7 And they were amazed and astonished, saying, “Are not all these who are speaking Galileans? 8 And how is it that we hear, each of us in his own native language? 9 Parthians and Medes and Elamites and residents of Mesopotamia, Judea and Cappadocia, Pontus and Asia, 10 Phrygia and Pamphylia, Egypt and the parts of Libya belonging to Cyrene, and visitors from Rome, 11 both Jews and proselytes, Cretans and Arabians—we hear them telling in our own tongues the mighty works of God.” 12 And all were amazed and perplexed, saying to one another, “What does this mean?” 13 But others mocking said, “They are filled with new wine.”
Yeshu’s promise fulfilled! What a memory! a sound like hurricane wind in the house, and the Spirit coming down a bit like forked lightning to fill each man. And to these simple country folk was given the power of speech to praise God. And what speech!
It seems that they burst out of the house; and so loud was the noise of 120 men speaking that a huge crowd was attracted and among them people coming from countries as far as Rome to the west, Iran to the east, Arabia in the south, and from North Africa. What they heard was the praise of God spoken in their local languages.
But some not understanding at all thought the disciples were just drunk!