John entered the church building and felt the weight of Someone
with him. Though alone on the front pew,
He knew that Someone filled the room.
And the weight of that Someone caused John to fall face down to the
ground.
He intuitively knew to be careful. To watch his every thought, intention, word,
and action. John felt like he did when
he played his piano recital before three judges. The difference was this: The One watching him, and judging him,
watched as One who perfectly knew John…and perfectly loved John.
This love made him cry. The Spirit felt
warm and blazing. A blanket. An electric shock.
“Forgive me for not being what You made me to be. From now on I will be by trusting you.”
The blaze cooled. The
comfort remained. But the comforting
flame was still intense. John still
dared not think, or speak, or act like he did before these moments.
He left the church building, still aware of the One who
filled the room. The One now filling his body.
But it wasn’t his body anymore.
(It never had been.)
A billboard advertising a strip club loomed over head with a
seductive woman in a two pieced bikini.
John thought, “My eyes are not mine any more. I can’t just look at whatever I want.” So he turned away from the picture and
focused on the beautiful cloud formations instead, praising God, the One above,
the one Enthroned, the One in John’s body.
John felt a new ability.
He felt a new motivation for self-control. He considered Himself the Spirit’s slave, and
His body the Spirit’s home. John wanted
only one thing: For the Spirit to be
comfortable inside him. Not like the
Spirit was a guest, but instead like John himself was the guest in another
person’s house.
Having read how Samurai devote their entire bodies and souls
to their masters, possessing no time of their own, John knew
that he could no longer use His body any old way. After all, it was no longer his body. This was John’s new ability, the key to his
power: The Spirit of God is in John.
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