I’m taking (auditing) a seminary school class on the Holy Spirit; 3 books to read, 3 papers to write. This has been an issue with me for a LONG time. Wrote this yesterday:
Just One Plea
At 70, what am I missing?
I am saved, a priestly nation—
There’s no point in such reminiscing.
What is Holy Spirit baptism?
I study Paul’s exhortations—
Believers stream Light like a prism
But I remain hesitant, in doubt:
Between funk and celebration,
Sip Living Water or parched with drought.
No doubt, fear grounded in unbelief
Quenches the Spirit’s gestation—
A golden fount stolen by Sin’s thief.
Is it simply to cry on my knees,
To reap Spirit’s incarnation?
Should hoping, praying become pleas?