The pastor is doing a series on the Holy Spirit. Thought I’d re-post the blog I wrote about this topic.
Words are useless. I can tell my son how much I love a paper he’s written. He can take what I’ve said and think I’m saying he usually doesn’t try. I can tell my husband how much I’ve missed him. He can hear from those words that I’m angry he’s been insensitive about the amount of hours he spends away from home.
The topic of speaking in tongues has been a divisive one. This past week I spent some time in the book of Acts and was taken back at the immense waste of time we’ve helped ourselves to at being right – all the while missing the point. The squabble has been foreign language (seen by the counter as a way to feel superior) versus an unknown language of angels (seen by the counter as demon possessed blathering). Did I adequately rock the boat?
Everyday I can be speaking…
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