God.
I write about the Holy Three constantly, and yet many have over the centuries. It is what comes most naturally to me. Applying things I come to feel from them (the individual members) to common things we face in life.
Most of this comes from facing fires I’d rather run from. For who wants to stay in the heat of war?
Yet, if the inner wars are not fought… shall there be the arrival of peace?
To each their own, but as for me, I’d say no.
You know I’m facing a war when I’m quiet.
It is the singular most telling sign I give off honestly.
Not really a terribly bad thing I feel, for I’ve learned the hard way that silence is louder than shouts depending on the context.
Why silence instead of the usual? Most people I know lose their cool. I detach and just function in a matter of fact way most of the time.
The reason being, I don’t want the fires inside my heart spilling out into words and hurting people. Silence can be explained later. Words can make you remembered as a foolish ass for the rest of your days, I reckon.
These fires of human wrath like to abide on the surface of my morality and emotions.
But… there is a fire that always counters the acidic tempests I face.
The Fire of God.
For our God is a consuming fire.
Hebrews 10:12, WEB
Depending on what I’m dealing with — I sometimes hate this Holy Fire just as much as the destructive ones I fight, because it always makes me feel again. Not feel good per se, but feel.
And that is important for living in; knowing, and finding out the truth of a problem.
Because of it, I have never been able to face the comfort of ignorance.
I will not lie here… it’s even more painful facing that healing fire than just simmering in the ones that destroy our humanity.
Why?
That fire is a person. That fire is God and all of the love that flows from the throne room of the universe.
That fire has a face, and the eyes of it are pure light, with radiant silver-like hair, glimmering in truth and justice.
That Holy Fire hurts — yet only heals. It cuts out the infectious wounds that we get in this life. The wounds that the ruler of the dark throne uses to tell us that we will never be happy.
Yet for the pain that it causes in making us deal with the wound… the ever-after is peace, even if it is just the peace that comes from understanding what the hell it is, or is from.
To me chiefly, I have never known a more refining fire, and presence than that of the Holy Spirit.
Her (yes I said her) character is a hope that makes pride stumble in a stupor; a faith that transcends human will; a love that encompasses all things, and works in the midst of all chaos; a joy that I resist for it feels too promising (I am working on that), and yet is never a lie; a peace that confuses terror; a patience that overcomes hasty judgment; a goodness that is sweet beyond belief; a faithfulness that you cannot deter by any means, and I mean all means; a gentleness that can be so subtle… it is even softer than the finest whisper, and lastly — a composure that will not be lost despite the presence of the worst provocation.
This is the Holy Spirit.
The Dove of God.
The comforter and healer of humanity.
Same in power as the Father and the Son, and yet… quiet and contemplative in her grace and stature.
This is the one Christ said would come to the earth in his bodily absence as our comforter and helper.
Great in strength, yet gentle in expression, as can be seen when the Dove descended upon Christ as John the Baptist baptized him.
John testified, saying, “I have seen the Spirit descending like a dove out of heaven, and it remained on him.
John 1:32, WEB
And she yet remains with us as the warming grace of God to comfort, heal, and act (yes in the physical world) on our behalf should we walk with God in humility and meekness.
And even when we don’t — she doesn’t leave.
Skilled in wisdom, and creative with her hands, the universe was painted and woven by this divine artist alongside the Father and Son.
And as can be seen in Psalm 91 (always shadowing the Holy One), this divine protectress (along with the Father and the Son of course) is also skilled in the disarming of the traps the devil lays out against humanity.
For he (God) will deliver you from the snare of the fowler,
Psalm 91:3, WEB
and from the deadly pestilence.
Resourceful and wise in her interactions with trade and discourse (an example of which can be seen in Proverbs 31)… she counsels the inner being on the path it should take.
Magnificent in her transcendence, and foresight… she is the source of fertility, and the patroness (so to speak) of the unborn, and yet to be born.
Yahweh, you have searched me,
and you know me.
You know my sitting down and my rising up.
You perceive my thoughts from afar.
You search out my path and my lying down,
and are acquainted with all my ways.
For there is not a word on my tongue,
but, behold, Yahweh, you know it altogether.
You hem me in behind and before.
You laid your hand on me.
This knowledge is beyond me.
It’s lofty.
I can’t attain it.
Where could I go from your Spirit? Or where could I flee from your presence?
If I ascend up into heaven, you are there.
Psalms 139:1-12, WEB
If I make my bed in Sheol, behold, you are there!
If I take the wings of the dawn,
and settle in the uttermost parts of the sea,
even there your hand will lead me,
and your right hand will hold me.
If I say, “Surely the darkness will overwhelm me.
The light around me will be night,”
even the darkness doesn’t hide from you,
but the night shines as the day.
The darkness is like light to you.
For you formed my inmost being.
You knit me together in my mother’s womb.
And she has the power of Life and Resurrection at hand.
But if the Spirit of him who raised up Jesus from the dead dwells in you, he (the Father here I feel) who raised up Christ Jesus from the dead will also give life to your mortal bodies through his Spirit who dwells in you.
Like an eagle in presence and might, yet as a dove in grace and love. This is the character of the Holy Spirit.
Her heart can clearly be seen in the Son…
Jerusalem, Jerusalem, who kills the prophets, and stones those who are sent to her! How often I would have gathered your children together, even as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, and you would not!
Matt 23:37, ESV
She loves, speaks, cries, laughs, and grieves as would any caring mother.
And most importantly, to me, she LIVES.
Her power is yet here, and her presence abides among us even now — even in chaos and calamity. She is the same in ability and substance with the Father and the Son. I feel it is time to give the quiet one of the Holy Three some limelight, for she almost always speaks of the Father and the Son… in my experience.
Though GREAT in strength and ability… she is gentle, approachable, and humble.
As a good mother is.
As times have been hectic lately, I hope we can embody things from her character more, for nothing can destroy them.
As it is written,
But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faith, gentleness, and self-control. Against such things there is no law.
Galatians 5:22-23
In doing so, and letting God cultivate them in our hearts — we make the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit smile.
I will gladly face this fire of healing any day regardless of the cost — instead of letting others destroy me.
For…
Get wisdom. Get understanding. Don’t forget, neither swerve from the words of my mouth. Don’t forsake her, and she will preserve you. Love her, and she will keep you. Wisdom is supreme. Get wisdom. Yes, though it costs all your possessions, get understanding. Esteem her, and she will exalt you. She will bring you to honor, when you embrace her. She will give to your head a garland of grace. She will deliver a crown of splendor to you.”
Proverbs 4:5-9, ESV
I’ll say one short thing on “her”. I’m not the only one to think that that way is more fitting to describe the Holy Spirit than “he”. It has a long-running history in Christianity. It was never popular, but to me… it makes sense. It’s not about her gender (should God have such a thing); rather, it is about her character, aspects, and perhaps her form of manifestation. I feel it respects the tone of what is described in scripture about the Holy Spirit, and it certainly agrees with mine.
Believe what ye will in peace.
Beyond the nuance and regardless of final reality… I know which Spirit I want to take after.
How about you?
Blessings.
Refine Thy Heart (Written by Aaron G.) 
Ty Aaron, Another great read. Can you write something about forgiving oneself or guide me to a good read? Ty, Debbie
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Sure. That actually ties into the subject of the Holy Spirit. Thank you for the idea. 🙂
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