The Same Spirit

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While listening to a song the other day, it said, “I’ve got angels over my head.” This made me think: Yes, I really do, and I have the same Holy Spirit as the disciples and Jesus. So why do I have days filled with stress or feeling defeated? For me, I forget. I forget that I am a child of the King. I forget that this life is temporary and that I have 24/7 access to the Creator of the world. I forget that He wants me to come to Him and bring Him my thoughts, emotions, and worries. I forget that He wants to give me peace, joy, and love.


I forget that this life is temporary and that I have 24/7 access to the Creator of the world.


These last couple of weeks, I have been more intentional with my prayers. I’ve spent time telling God all my yuck and He keeps replacing it with good. I’ve been telling Him of individuals who are suffering right now with heartbreak due to sickness, disease and just being lied to. As I try and intercede for these and reach out to them with a text, dinner, or a phone call, my spirit is recharged and growing stronger and stronger. When we put others before ourselves and Christ before all, the same Holy Spirit grows even stronger. This encourages me more and more to become more sensitive to His promptings.


The world doesn’t want us to know who we belong to.


It is a daily thing to remember. We carry the same Spirit as Jesus. The world doesn’t want us to know who we belong to. God’s economy always blows me away. Everything is backward or upside down. Less of me is actually more like me than I ever could imagine. Less of me is when the Holy Spirit is allowed to use me more. I’m thankful for the persistent pursuit of the Holy Spirit. It changes me and keeps changing me for His good.

Holy Spirit in a Coma

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I can’t remember a time I didn’t think of myself as a Christian. Now granted, at my age, there are a few things I don’t recall all that clearly—but I’m pretty sure I have never been a Buddhist, Hindu, Zoroastrian or member of any other non-Christian religion. Like many, I grew up in a middle income home with parents that made sure I went to church and Sunday School most of the way through high school. Following a small period of revolution tied to my college years in the ‘70s, my wife convinced me to return to a mainstream “Top 5” Protestant church where I dutifully sat through Sunday sermons and adult Sunday School classes. I tithed. I volunteered for service projects that fit my busy schedule. By comparison to many of the people I knew at that time, I wasn’t just a Christian—I was devout!

In fact, I was deluded. About two years ago, a crisis in the leadership at that Top 5 church convinced us to shop around, and Two Rivers Church changed my life. I now know I was living only in the Word, and was largely dead to the Spirit. I had ignored the Holy Spirit dwelling in me for so long, I think the boredom had put Him into a coma! I didn’t talk to Him, and therefore, He didn’t talk to me. I didn’t ask Him for help, so He respectfully didn’t help. As a result, I routinely messed stuff up and wrote it off to “we all sin” or “God will forgive me, after all, He made me this way” or “I was saved as a teenager, so it’s all good anyway.”

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