“No one can say ‘Jesus is Lord’, except by the Holy Spirit.” 1 Corinthians 12:3
On the first Pentecost a huge wind came upon the house where the apostles were hiding. And then, tongues of fire came to rest on each one of them. And then they left the house and everyone who heard them understood them. I always took it that the apostles were speaking in all languages but it was the people who were able to understand everything that they said. Wow.
Catholics believe that when we are confirmed that the Holy Spirit comes into us. At that time then we become a “soldier of Christ”. I learned that when I was confirmed in the 3rd grade. I may not have always practiced that but I have always believed it.
Through the years though I know that the Holy Spirit has been alive in me. I can feel it when He descends upon me. I can feel it right before I serve as Lector during Mass. I can feel it when I watch my children practice their faith. I can feel it when I attempt to influence others in my faith. I can feel it. And it’s not just a feeling. It’s physical. In other situations I would consider it to be butterflies. But when I am professing my faith those butterflies take on a whole new meaning.
Right now I feel those butterflies in my arms, not telling me what to write but encouraging me to write. Writing is pretty scary. I can understand how scared those apostles had to be. They saw what happened to Jesus. And yet they were told by Jesus that they had to go out, put themselves out there, to teach about Him. I’m sure they were sitting there going, “yeah, right”. I can remember when I made up my mind to do what God asked me to do. It was only then that He made me write. Writing is one thing, letting someone read it is something completely different. But when He had me to write, He also put people in front of me that I could ask to read my writing. I remember my son, who is a writer, and a teacher, proofread my writing. I had to go back to him and tell him I wasn’t looking for an editor, I was looking for his opinion. I let others read what I had to write and most didn’t comment at all. That was good for me. A no comment meant to me that they didn’t hate it. Subsequently I have gotten good comments out of those people. But those silent opinions made me realize that maybe I could write, maybe I did have something to say. And so I have decided that it is my writing that the Holy Spirit wants to see out of me.
He wants different things out of different people. In that 1 Corinthians reading this week at Mass it goes onto say “As a body is on though it has many parts, and all the parts of the body, though many, are one body, so also Christ.” In order to accomplish all that we need to do for Christ we must all take our talents and put them out there. I claim a “hand” in that body. You’ve got to have a “hand” to write. I could see my youngest son saying “I get the mouth”. He’s not much of a writer but he has a lot to say so give that boy a microphone.
I have always liked the image of the tongues of fire. I took a picture years ago of a confirmation class at Youth 2000. We had all the kids lined up with the monks who put on the retreat. You can see orbs in that picture, over some of the kids’ heads. I thought that was so interesting. If that doesn’t make you believe I don’t know what would. Honestly, when I dug out that picture I thought there were more. It’s still pretty cool.
What’s more important is that we do have the Holy Spirit in our lives. He’s there, whether we feel Him or not. Sometimes life will squash him down but He’s still there and given the right opportunity He will make His presence known. We just have to be open to listening to Him.