Uh....Mark 6:17? Are you sure?
Mar 6:17 For Herod himself had sent forth and laid hold upon John, and bound him in prison for Herodias' sake, his brother Philip's wife: for he had married her.
How do you get that Acts 2:3-4 has anything to do with any baptism? This was on the Day of Pentecost. Do you know what the significance of the Day of Pentecost is? What were the Jews celebrating on this day?
http://chosenpeople.com/main/index.php/holidays-and-festivals/608-the-giving-of-the-law-the-giving-of-the-spirit
http://www.jewishroots.net/holidays/shavuot-pentecost/shavuot-pentecost-holiday-page.html
http://www.holylandmoments.org/what-is-shavuot-pentecost
http://www.jewfaq.org/holidayc.htm
http://www.cbn.com/spirituallife/biblestudyandtheology/jewishroots/feast%20of%20shavuot_weeks_pentecost_jews_for_jesus.aspx?mobile=false
http://www.hebrew4christians.com/Holidays/Spring_Holidays/Shavuot/shavuot.html
There are more, if you want them. I like what the last one says, that some consider the Day of Pentecost to be the day that Judaism was born. How very appropriate that it is also the birthday of Christianity.
But ultimately, the point is that this is not so much about being "baptized" in the Holy Spirit, as you think...but about the giving and receiving of the New Covenant. God had promised that, this time, He would not write His law on tablets of stone, but on tablets of flesh...He would write His law within our very hearts. And that is what the Holy Spirit is all about. It is the fulfillment of His promise.
I believe I have already agreed with you, not only that the Holy Spirit is still alive and well, and still working within His followers, but also that cessationism is a false teaching.
Our difference of opinion centers on just what is real and what is fake. Most of what we see in today's so-called "charismatic movement" is pure fraud.
And some of it is being caused by a spirit that is not Holy at all.
What is real is certainly not limited to the Pentecostal church. I've not only seen and heard real tongues, but I, myself, had my life given back to me by an angel sent from God in a very dramatic way.
Perhaps it is time for me to tell you my story....what the heck, I'm not doing anything else this morning.
It was a few years after my husband was killed. I had been busting my...uh...behind, taking any job I could find...cleaning, cooking, doing yard work, taking in laundry....anything that would bring in a few dollars. I had just spent a day cleaning up a house that was full of cat feces. The owners had been on vacation, and had trusted a neighbor to look after their two cats. The neighbor fed the cats...but did not see to their other needs. It had been a particularly nasty job, and I was ill and very tired.
I did not see the huge dog standing near my yard as I wearily climbed out of the owner's car...remember, I didn't drive back then. But my kids did...they had shut themselves into the house and were waiting for animal control to come get him. Before their horrified eyes, I was mauled by this big guy, and began bleeding out.
The ambulance got there, but they thought it was too late. They called me in as a DOA. My poor babies were taken into various people's homes with the idea that they were to be adopted out to strangers and the family forever split up. They were devastated.
But there was a young man in the ambulance....I remember him very well. He was young and handsome, with red hair and freckles...yes, freckles. And he refused to give up on me.
When we got to the hospital, he spoke with the nurses, and the doctor hurried in and gave me an immediate transfusion of whole blood. I was alive....but just. It took me several days to be fully aware of my surroundings, but I know my red headed paramedic stayed close by me during that time.
Then one day, the mists began to clear, and my red headed hero was gone. After awhile, he reappeared with a paper that had several telephone numbers written on it. He helped me to call the people who had my kids, and I got to talk to them. At least one of the smaller ones was convinced that I had made the call from heaven. But the folks who had my kids, all good people, agreed to bring them to see me as soon as the doctor would allow me visitors. I didn't have long to wait.
Of course, I wanted to thank my red headed hero for all that he had done for me, so as soon as I was steady on my feet I wandered out to the nurse's station to ask them for his name and telephone number so that I could tell him how much I appreciated all he had done for me. He had given me back my life.
But to my utter confusion and complete amazement, they told me that there was no such person as I described working with the ambulance service, nor had any such person come to visit me since I had been in Intensive Care, which was a locked ward, and no one could get in or out without being seen.
When I explained that he had been there and helped me call my kids, the clicked their tongues at me and told me that this was quite impossible, as the rooms in the ICU did not have telephones in them. And when I went back to my room, I found that they were quite right, there was no telephone there, nor could I find the paper with the phone numbers on them.
Even I would have wondered if I had been hallucinating...severe loss of blood can do that, or so I was told....except that my kids and the people who were caring for me remembered me calling them.
Now, I know that this is not exactly what you might consider a work of the Holy Spirit, but you have to admit...it was certainly a miracle.