The Holy Spirit is an amorphous being. One who is compared to wind and fire. The one who comes down with the waters of baptism onto us, earthly, dirt-made humans.
Through the Holy Spirit we have furthered our understanding of who God is to us. The Holy Spirit is an “advocate” the “Spirit of Truth” a “teacher” a “reminder” and one can argue the Holy Spirit is the “peace” Christ leaves us. (John 14:8-17, 25-27)
The Holy Spirit might be peace, because the Holy Spirit is the ultimate communicator. I had a professor in seminary who once said that every single time humans actually achieve real communication it is a miracle, directed by and made possible through the direct and immediate intervention of Holy Spirit. The Holy Spirit, the ultimate translator. (Acts 2:1-21) (Genesis 11:1-9)
The Holy Spirit is almost an infiltrator of truth in Acts. The hard truths of the blood, fire and the smoky mist. Usually, when prophecies are made they are about what is already happening, that no one yet has the capacity to acknowledge. The Holy Spirit brings those prophecies forward. Because, how can we dream of the future together if we do not know the truth of the present.
In the United States it makes me think of climate change, #metoo, gun violence, black lives matter and poverty. It’s a rude awakening to realize that the world has darkness you were ignorant of or unwittingly participated in.
The Spirit of Truth.
And this brings us all back to peace. In order to have peace, we have to be able to dream it, together. In order to dream it together we have communicate.
After all, the Holy Spirit is the Divine Translator, changing what you’ve always known, into something new. Have you ever looked back and realized that God was at work all along, but until you were able to see it from God’s perspective, and usually through the gift of hindsight, only then can you see how the Holy Spirit infiltrated your life, only then can you translate your experiences as meaningful, only then can you see that God was beside you all along, advocating for your, and transforming you along the way.
It gives me hope, as well, that God understands fully who I am. I don’t need to get the terminology or the words precisely right. I don’t even need to have a complete understanding of who I am in order for God to know me completely (Psalm 139). In fact, I find that I get to know myself much better by getting to know God better, as opposed to the other way around.
It also gives me hope and love and joy and most of all peace that God fully understands all of the people I don’t get in my life. Those who annoy or distract me. Those whose motivations I can’t get my head around. Those who I can only sympathize with no matter how much I try to empathize (and walk with) instead. God knows. And because God knows, its okay that I don’t know everything. And, of course, the more I work with the Holy Spirit, the better translation and understanding I have of what is going on.
“Bless the Lord, O my soul, Praise the Lord” Psalm 104:24-35 ends it all in praise, because praising God together, in all our languages and physicalities, in song and dance, in scripture and silence, in pictures and poetry–no matter how we worship, it’s an act of peace.
Praise be to God!
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Katy Stenta is a solo pastor at a tiny church that is bigger on the inside in Albany, NY for over eight years and blogs at firstname.lastname@example.org She is also the co-founder of the fledgling TrailPraisers inclusive Worship. When she is not dreaming up projects and ideas, some of which creep into the church, she plays with her three boys-boys or goes and visits her husband at the library, while he works, to read.
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