But who is this Holy Spirit?

There is a loud buzz and movement from near my feet. I look down.

The buzzing is not down, but in front. I glance up again and notice her two feet from my face, staring at me. She is entirely still except for the unimaginable fast beating of her wings.

For about ten seconds we stare at each other. I have no idea what she thinks of me, but I think her a marvel. I look into her eyes, notice the small iridescent patch on her throat, and even say, “hello.”

A few seconds later she darts to perch on a nearby branch, then darts again through the trees, up the hill, out of sight.

For some reason I was particularly interesting to a hummingbird at that moment. Some mysteries in life are just left that way, I suppose.

Today in some churches around the world is Holy Spirit Day. I think this a grand occasion, even if I have never heard of it prior to last week.

Jesus has Christmas and Easter. The latter celebrates what he did, the former celebrates who he is. The Spirit does have Pentecost, which celebrates that broadening work of empowerment and filling.

So I guess Holy Spirit Day celebrates who the Holy Spirit is. But who is the Holy Spirit? Very elusive.

Fire. Wind. Water. Who knows where the Spirit will blow next? Who knows what kind of craziness the Spirit will provoke next?

The Spirit is the living water which flows through those with faith. The Spirit is the living fire which burns but also enlightens. The Spirit is the living wind which gives breath to all those who breath and hope to those stuck in the middle of an empty sea.

The Spirit enlivens, counsels, discerns, stimulates and so much more. This is what the Holy Spirit does.

The Spirit broods over all creation leading us to life that is delivered by Jesus and to life which is found in the heavenly communion with Father and Son and Spirit.

The Spirit is the dance and the music of this dance. If I listen and learn to move I can join in with the dance that transcends time and space and human expectation. The Spirit pours out into me, so I can pour out in return, pouring back into God through worship and pouring out into others through my gifts, never emptying because the Spirit is always pouring. I, and all those of faith, become the fountain of living water. We, gathered together, become reflections and illustrations of Christ in our lives.

Who is the Spirit? I look at others who the Spirit has filled. I look to Christ. I look to the Body of Christ who are in communion the incarnation of God’s Holy Spirit.

The Spirit leads me to Jesus. Jesus leads me deeper into the Spirit. The dance continues for eternity.

I cannot know for certain but I like to think this is what that hummingbird found so curious about me. We, if only for a moment, recognized each other as fellow creatures endowed by that wonderful grace of the Spirit’s breath which gives us life.

May I recognize that in others, and be a person who communicates the wind and the fire and the water to each around me, inviting and joining others in the great dance, as the Spirit teaches me this eternal dance with the world Jesus so loved.

This was from June 13, 2006

A few years ago, Barclay Press invited me to do a two week daily journal for their website. They’ve since changed their online presence so those writings are gone. I was sorting out different files on my computer this evening and happened to run across them. So, I thought, I might as well repost them here. Both to have a record of them, and maybe more so, because these were written in 2006 and 2007. A fair bit of changes have happened in my life since then, so these are records of a time in my life when all I had was faith. I was writing a lot during these journaling times, and it’s curious what came out when I sat down to write. So, mostly for me, but also for anyone whose interested, I’m going to post one of these a day for the next 19 days or so.

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