A Brother’s First Encounter with the Holy Spirit

As I strolled around the gazebo talking to the Father and admiring the sound of the local Hatian worshippers, I grew weary of waiting. I was impatient, but I knew that I couldn’t slack off. So I continued marching. Upon entering the circle of benches in the city center, I shifted my gaze from the stone pathway before me and took notice that every person was rising from their seats and leaving, but one man remained in his place. That’s him. I knew with such confidence that He was the one I needed to sit with, so I approached him and launched into some small talk.

The depth of our conversation increased rapidly as he began to share his understanding of the Good News with me. My mind was rattling while he was talking. He’s missed it. He has no understanding of who Jesus truly is and I was ready to share it, but the voice of God rang in my ears and He asked me to listen. He wanted to say something else. I asked my new friend what he knows about the Holy Spirit and then Pops gave me the words to share about both Jesus AND the Spirit. What a privilege. I’m glad I stopped to listen. 

His face radiated with excitement like I’ve never seen before and his mind was utterly blown by the love and passion that God has for HIM as an individual. The reality of this Good News is that if I was the only man on the earth, Jesus would have died for me. He WANTS us. Whoa. 

Our dialogue was drawing tears to his eyes. I asked if I could pray for the HS to descend upon Him and that He’d encounter God in a radical way this evening. With permission, I laid my hand on his shoulder and talked to the Living God and asked that this man would physically feel the Spirit moving in Him. No sooner than I asked for that specifically, he grabbed my arm and asked what was happening. Looking at him with a puzzled look on his face, he shared with me that he had a warm feeling moving around in his belly. HOLY MOLY this was UNDENIABLY the Spirit of God and I exclaimed “That’s Him!!! That’s our Dad letting you know that He is there. HE LIVES IN YOU.”

We both took a moment to let some tears flow and then thanked God for showing up in this way. Honestly, this is the most intimate Gospel moment I’ve shared with another person on my entire race, potentially in my entire life. I’ll never forget it. 

Where are you in your understanding of who He is? How is your personal relationship with Him? Remember that He wants YOU. HE WANTS YOU. If that doesn’t fire you up, what will? Go sit with Him. Thank Him. Adore Him. He is worthy. 

I love you. 

AWM