Dr. Claire Britton had told Ann and I not to move to leave California until we’d been filled with the Spirit. How could Claire had known? What did the Spirit know that was so vital to us being filled with Him before we left? What precious thoughts…
When Ann and I were talking again about the powerful and sweet experience we had at the tiny, Mexican church in the Los Angeles area back in the late 70s, we talked about how, after the Spirit had touched all of our lives, my dad asked the pastor how he did “that.” The sweet, humble pastor replied, “It was all Spirit and no flesh.” The pastor had done nothing. The flesh had done nothing. It was all Spirit. For a moment, we were in the Spirit and totally away from the flesh. What a transformation it was. What a taste of the truly divine Presence.
No one could have conjured up what had just taken place there. Completely unannounced, and without consent, the Holy Spirit had filled everyone of us in that building, and, for those precious few moments, we were in the Spirit with no thought for the flesh.
Wow, the way we felt when the Spirit filled us is how we will feel in Heaven, forever. Only, it will be so much stronger because we’ll be in Heaven with God…And, there will be no sin, no flesh. All Spirit. Mmmm…
What will life in our new home with our Bridegroom be like? He gave us just a small taste in that church that day. It was enough to make us want to forsake all else that no longer mattered so we could be with Him. Nothing could compare with being His bride, with being all Spirit.
Haruach vehakala omrim bo – Hebrew for The Spirit and the bride say “Come!”
We’re all longing for our departure from this world to be with Jesus. I think it’s so wonderful that the Spirit is looking forward to that day as much as we are. Isn’t that cool?
Come Lord Jesus!
“Come away with Me, MY love…”
Let that sink in for a while. Almost home to be with our Bridegroom, never to be apart (never to be in the flesh) ever again. Heaven…All Spirit, with our Love, our Jesus, forevermore.
God bless,
Mark