Archive for May, 2015


I love that faith is weird and beyond pure logic.

This Sunday, the Church celebrates Pentecost. This is when God showed us another component of how the Deity relates within themselves and with us. Our Advocate, Jesus promised was being poured out upon all flesh. The disciples were anointed by this Holy Spirit and were given boldness. So much boldness they seemed drunk. The miracle that happened shortly after the Spirit came and indwelt them was the ability to communicate. A supernatural thing happened where they spoke of Jesus to a diverse crowd and all heard in their own language. That is a pretty practical miracle wouldn’t you say?

My pentecostal/charismatic brothers and sisters experience a unique version of prayer language called tongues. I do not fully understand or get it, but I honor their tradition.

So….what is this Spirit of God? I believe She ( original language use the feminine sometimes ) is the active communicator of God. The Spirit speaks to you in language you understand. Beyond conscience, more towards intuition.  She guides us into all truth!  Jesus called the Spirit, Paraclete, One who is alongside us and inside us, our Advocate!  Pointing us in the way of Jesus.

Here is the mystery I embrace; We don’t even have to be aware of what the Spirit is doing for it to be occurring. I believe the Good News is for ALL people and God will speak in a language you “get” and understand. Scripture says the Spirit intercedes with our spirit with groanings beyond words. You get that? Your sigh, your exasperated groan, the ugh, all this God is communicating with your very soul!  Your whispering intuition. God is speaking and God doesn’t yell! This communication has nothing to do with being religious unless that is a language you respond to. It can be the nudge to enjoy your kids playing or to live in the moment of a party or planting a garden and feeling the breeze.

The ancient word for spirit and wind are the same. The Spirit is the Holy Wind of God  blowing where she pleases. The Spirit does what she wants and can’t be controlled or manipulated!  Yet She doesn’t control or manipulate you! You don’t have to listen though. But what if you did?

That inner voice that IS Truth and doesn’t lie! That says quietly “you’re precious” “you got this”  “go for it” “Is this really best for you?” We often have a couple voices in our minds, the repeats of old lies and the voice of quiet assurance. Which do you choose to give weight?

What if your intuition is the Voice of God?  What if the the breeze is God kissing your cheek? What if the Spirit prays for you even if you don’t get it or even want to? What if God is Real and the myth is the fake ass world systems we live under?

One time I was outside feeling a mix of down and up. I was praying with my eyes closed. When I opened them a butterfly was resting on my foot. The Spirit in an insect.

The Spirit is mysterious. The Spirit dwells in you. The Spirit points you toward love. The Spirit is subjective experience. The Spirit speaks through intuition.  The Spirit is abounding love toward you. Embrace the mystery.

Paradox.

Holy Spirit who is here and our very breath, come fall afresh on us.

Amen

A modern telling of a classic story.

A political know-it-all asked the Teacher “How do I get the into heaven?” The Teacher replied, ” Love God and Love your neighbor.”  The know-it-all didn’t really like people different from himself so he sought clarification. “So, in this globalized world, who exactly is my neighbor?”

The Teacher told a story

A man was walking through the plaza in Kansas City one evening when suddenly he is attacked. He is beaten badly by a group of men who rob him, steal his cell phone, shoes and jacket and leave him for dead. He is leaning against a wall behind a dumpster, almost unconscious and bleeding. He can be seen but also can be overlooked.

As he is laying there a local pastor is out with his family, heading to dinner. Seeing the man, he fears for his family’s safety and crosses the street to the other side, shields his wife and children’s eyes and heads to dinner…

Again a successful businessman was walking by saw the man suffering and kept right on moving, this wasn’t his problem. He considered a call to the police but got distracted.

Then a retired, baby boomer couple, on their way to a movie passed the man and found themselves afraid of him, and quickly crossed the street. “What if he attacks us?”  “It’s just not smart to get involved, you never know these days.”

As the man lay there, giving up hope, he saw a young middle eastern man with a long beard coming up to him and then he passed out.  The young man was a Palestinian immigrant. He took water and cleaned his wounds and bandaged them the best he could then he physically picked the man up and put him in his own vehicle. Then the young man found a local hospital and took the man inside. He explained that he did not know the man but gave them his credit card information to insure he was well taken care of as he had prior commitments he needed to attend to that night. He said he’d back to check on the stranger in a few days.

Tell me this, who was the beaten man’s neighbor?

The one who showed mercy to him.

My modern take. Originally, The Good Samaritan parable Luke 10:25-37

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