Our study of Chapter 8 is being done in two parts. Last Thursday we discussed the Gifts of the Spirit. The conversation was lively and engaging. When we complete Chapter 8 next week I'll update this blog with that study. In the meantime, Friday morning I awoke early.There I was awake again before the alarm clock went off. This time it wasn’t 3:00 in the morning so I didn’t try to go back to sleep. As I laid there with the covers over my head my thoughts went back to our bible study Thursday night. Again I felt like I interrupted people too many times when they tried to give their opinions. Richard – I think I did this to you a couple of times – I’m so sorry.
When I hear one of you speak it charges me with so many new thoughts and confirmations that sometimes I can’t contain the words that tumble out of my mouth. I’m so eager to engage and discuss that I find myself doing what I don’t want to do - interrupt. To me, hearing truths is like hearing God speak for the first time. It’s as awesome the 900th time as it was the first time I realized He loved me.
When I prepare for our group, the study doesn’t always open fully to me until I’m with all of you. And when that happens I’m uncontainable and could jump on top of that round table and do a jig for Jesus. Maybe part of this comes from being single and starved for conversations other than those from work.
But you should see me at home when it does open fully for me. I can't type fast enough. I'm laughing and saying out loud, "Yes Jesus - I got that - I hear you - Yes, Yes, Yes." I believe the filling of the Holy Spirit is one of the most joyous experiences a human being can have. I truly have the desire to express this joy with each of you, but I promise to not overtake your time to express yours. So, I will bring a strip of duct tape to our next study. And anyone may apply it when I runneth at the mouth.
So as I lay in bed Friday morning I thought about the gift of tongues. I actually thought about a lot of the gifts of the Spirit and how they relate in our current times. Our world has changed so much in the 2000 years since Christ. But our Father hasn’t. I realize that I need to accept what I can’t explain or understand and just let the Spirit lead me. If people can speak in tongues today as intended by the Spirit, then I guess I need to pray for the ability to discern if what I’m hearing is from man or from God.
Then came my next conclusion. If I can’t understand what the person is saying, or that person doesn’t understand what he is saying either, how can this magnify the church? How can this gift be used to honor our Father? And of course comes the Gift of Interpretation. TA DA! But of course I say. Tongues is only good if followed by interpretation. And again I would apply the same rule. If people can interpret tongues today as intended by the Spirit, then I guess I need to pray for the ability to discern if what I’m hearing is from man or from God.
I guess I wanted you to know that I don't have all the answers and I may not always be right. I think sometimes for days after our study about what was said. These early morning hours are usually filled with thoughts like I've expressed here and can be so revealing at times. My mind can't contain Him. Therefore I need to learn that my limited understanding should not be applied in limiting what my Father is capable of doing, or when, where, and through whomever He chooses.
To the single adults in this group: I want you to know that you inspire me, challenge me, you are my Wednesday night church - you are the lift in my clothesline as it sags from the weight of my laundry. I guess I need to tell you what that means. Some of you already know.
When I was a child I asked my grandfather why we have to go to church so much. We go Sunday morning, Sunday evening, and then again on Wednesday night. Why Wednesday night I asked.
He explained, "You see your grandmother's clothesline out in the back yard? You see the big T Posts on each end that the clotheslines are tied too?"
I said, "Yes grandpa I see what you are talking about."
"Well, each of those poles represents Sunday, the day we go to church." I was somewhat lost but I stayed up with him. He then reminded me, "You know how sometimes the middle of the line sags and the sheets drag in the dirt?"
"Sure", I said. I'd seen my grandpa fix it so the sheets wouldn't drag anymore.
He said, "Now you see that wooden pole I made to help prop up the middle of the line so it wouldn't sag?" Eagerly I said, " Yes." I knew what the pole was for!
"Well, that's Wednesday night church. Our spirits sag between Sunday to Sunday so we need a lift in the middle of the week.
You are the lift in my clothesline - my Wednesday night church.