FACT: We are human. God is God.
Fellowship
People sitting around, not trying to flash their polite smiles, the smile which forces the eyes to smile a little more sweetly. Instead, they sit poker-faced, or sometimes half-smilingly, or sometimes concentrating in scrutiny, listening, speaking. People laughing with all the wideness of their mouth, not fearing to let others see the amalgam in their teeth or the half-masticated meat still rolling around their mouth. People side by side, staring at a TV screen. People staying in eagerness, putting time and rest and silence second priority. People cross-legged, slumped, legs happily sprawled in your presence. They lie on their backs, on their belly, on their side. People eating as much as they can, feeding as much ay they can, giving as much as they can. People not scared of touching the trembling back of a sobbing body. People not scared of having their tears seen by people who they trust are equally human.
Holy Spirit
Is not an "It" but a "He". Is not an object but a Person, a Person who sees, feels, grieves, celebrates. God the Father is Jesus is the Holy Spirit. The Holy Spirit is God's Spirit. The Holy Spirit is God. The same God who placed each nebula, each pulsar, each sunrise and sunset in clockwork precision. The same God who conceives every rainbow-colored movement on the surface of a bubble. The same God who parted a whole sea. The same God who designed all animals, insects, each genom and species. The same God who lovingly placed each vein, artery, neuron, liver, ligament and air sac in our body. The Holy Spirit is God IN YOU. IN ME. IN EACH OF HIS CHILDREN. The power of God in us. The essence of God in us. How can we be separate from Someone in us? We have nowhere to go but to His heaven, because His Spirit, belongs to heaven.
Fellowship with the Holy Spirit
The Father eating sinigang with you. Jesus writing a poem with you. The Spirit watching a crappy movie with you. The Father, laughing with you in all wideness of your mouth, amalgam, half-masticated meat and all. Jesus, waiting with you for the computer to boot, for the dial-up internet to connect, for the jeep to finally arrive. The Spirit, sitting with you, alone in your room, crying every tear that slides from your eyes. The Father chuckling with you at the stubbornly sticking snot that just won't be flicked by your finger. Jesus with you as you pound your fist in rage against your poverty, your traitor, your father, your superior, yourself. The Spirit, embracing you, as you embrace yourself when no one wants to.
"When I consider the heavens, the work of Your fingers, the moon and the stars, which You have ordained, what is man that you are mindful of him? …You have made him a little lower than the angels and have crowned him with glory and honor." Psalms 8:3,4a,5
How do you turn away from a God who is this much in love with you?
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