Is the Holy Spirit Your Comfort…or A Crazy Cousin?

Is the Holy Spirit Your Comfort…or A Crazy Cousin? August 12, 2016

When you think of the Holy Spirit, what images come to mind?

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Growing up, the Holy Spirit felt like that distant cousin we saw only at family reunions. The one who had no boundaries, no respect for personal space. A crazy guy who made everyone laugh nervously as he threw Grandma in the swimming pool. The Holy Spirit always seemed scary, loud, and destructive.

He seemed to like flashy preachers in packed arenas best. Televised showmen, with anointing oil and forceful prayers. I can still feel those cold, soft palms on my forehead pushing me backward, ”encouraging” my faith.

I always pictured the Holy Spirit as a force, knocking little old ladies to the floor, “slaying” them. He was a message in unintelligible tongues that would need to be interpreted (usually only by the showy preacher with the slicked-back hair). The Holy Spirit was “thus saith the Lord” and a woman clucking like a chicken in the aisle at my Grandma’s little country church, with shouts of “Glory!” stretched into four syllables.

I grew up in the era of the “Spirit of…” whatever outward signs and wonders we saw that particular Sunday morning. As a little boy, the “Spirit of Laughter” was the funniest and most confusing of all. I had never read about such a spirit in the Bible, but it seemed to come over the entire congregation in waves, as people laughed, snorted, and cried uncontrollably, right in the midst of the preacher’s sermon. The teaching would be upended for the day and folks would fall all over one another, at the very throne of God. It was the happiest and certainly the silliest I’d ever seen many of those typically grumpy, stern-faced and straight-laced church folks.

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For many years, I wondered why my personal times with God were often so different from the public experiences others seemed to have. I think it was the abuse. Alone with God was the only place I felt safe enough to fall apart. I spent the first twenty-eight years of my life performing on and off the stage, but I longed to believe that God only wanted the most raw, unfiltered parts of my heart. I needed a God who was powerful and protective, not loud and showy. I longed to feel God the Father, wrapping me in his arms, whispering, “You’re safe here.”

During my childhood, I saw people act forcefully on behalf of the Holy Spirit, but I never experienced Him that way. I knew the Holy Spirit as a gentle nudge, a Comfort, like one of my Grandmother’s quilts. But what I heard was that He was the hall monitor of our souls: the ever-watchful Eye of a perfect and holy God, who was more interested in finding the secrets we hid in the darkest places of our wandering hearts than being the balm for our weary souls.

As a result, for a while, I grew jaded, skeptical, angry. Every day of my college life, I drove past The Church of the Holy Comforter and referred to it as The Church of the Divine Duvet. Church had become a joke, mainly because I was tired of constantly trying to reconcile my personal encounters with God’s careful and kind spirit against the public outbursts I had seen so many times as a church kid.

But as extreme as my childhood experiences may have been, let me tell you: these days, I still believe in the Holy Spirit.

It turns out the Comfort I knew in God’s presence was the Holy Spirit all along. During my second day in ICU, I heard him as a gentle whisper. As I laid in a hospital bed, waiting to see if my liver would recover or not, I heard that soothing voice again, and I recognized it as the same voice from my youth. God was with me.

Even in that place, when there was not an ounce of performance or pretense available. In that moment, I met the strongest version of God I have ever known. He never shouted. He never pushed or “encouraged” me. He just stayed. I’ll never forget His words: “I’m not finished with you yet.”

What about you? In what ways has the Holy Spirit shown up in your life? Do you feel the Holy Spirit more in rowdy churches, or in the quiet spaces of your life? The last thing I want to try and do is to put God in a box. He is certainly capable of operating in different ways for different people, at different times. I would love to read about your experiences. Leave them in the comments or email me.


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  • Ah! I went to the more fundamentally conservative church. The Holy Spirit was the one corner of the triune I didn’t understand at all. We talked about how He came to you when you got saved, but mostly He sounded like the part of the God-head that was stuck in Acts and never moved forward in time.

    The Holy Spirit of the Holy Rollers was something that I perceived (through fundamental teaching) to be an agent of the enemy tricking people into some kind of possession. We didn’t need tongues anymore. That died in Acts too.

    Now I know it to be a rescuing force. One that is always there, but one I don’t spend enough time actively pursuing. I should. The most powerful moments of my faith journey I recognized and embraced it. If only I could get past my raising to embrace it and seek it constantly.

    • Awesome insight. I love the parts of God that are bigger than anything I can fully contain or comprehend. But that hasn’t always been the case.

      • your holy spirit was the angry cousin….while we were over at my church trying not to make the father angry.

  • Ah! I went to the more fundamentally conservative church. The Holy Spirit was the one corner of the triune I didn’t understand at all. We talked about how He came to you when you got saved, but mostly He sounded like the part of the God-head that was stuck in Acts and never moved forward in time.

    The Holy Spirit of the Holy Rollers was something that I perceived (through fundamental teaching) to be an agent of the enemy tricking people into some kind of possession. We didn’t need tongues anymore. That died in Acts too.

    Now I know it to be a rescuing force. One that is always there, but one I don’t spend enough time actively pursuing. I should. The most powerful moments of my faith journey I recognized and embraced it. If only I could get past my raising to embrace it and seek it constantly.

    • Awesome insight. I love the parts of God that are bigger than anything I can fully contain or comprehend. But that hasn’t always been the case.

      • your holy spirit was the angry cousin….while we were over at my church trying not to make the father angry.

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  • You have well articulated what I’ve seen in regards to the Holy Spirit. I was also a pastor who stepped down when my ex-wife left. I returned to leading worship for a time but have become a bit disillusioned as I try to find my place again. I still attend church weekly but have not settled down. I know what it’s like to get caught up in the performance that I’ve missed the person of the Holy Spirit. I long for something authentic and trust in time that I will find it.

    • I trust you’ll find it too, my friend. Thanks for reading. I will pray for peace for your journey.

  • You have well articulated what I’ve seen in regards to the Holy Spirit. I was also a pastor who stepped down when my ex-wife left. I returned to leading worship for a time but have become a bit disillusioned as I try to find my place again. I still attend church weekly but have not settled down. I know what it’s like to get caught up in the performance that I’ve missed the person of the Holy Spirit. I long for something authentic and trust in time that I will find it.

    • I trust you’ll find it too, my friend. Thanks for reading. I will pray for peace for your journey.

  • Mike M

    I’ve discovered that the Holy Spirit is love! Often times on our journey we first discover a relationship with God the Father. Then with his Son. Each in it’s own time. God – the one we abandon ourselves to, to whom we deposit every worry, who loves us immensely. Jesus – our friend, whom we confide in, talk to, who walks with us. The amazing relationship of love then between God and Jesus, almost indescribable, is the Holy Spirit, love! He works with us, live within us, talks to us, but only if we LEARN to listen to that sweet voice. I try to live my life today, doing his work, but guided by the Holy Spirit. He is the one that makes miracles. We often say, “let’s see what the Holy Spirit wants.”
    Thank you for this topic today, for the chance to reflect on Someone so great and who should be everything for us!

  • Mike M

    I’ve discovered that the Holy Spirit is love! Often times on our journey we first discover a relationship with God the Father. Then with his Son. Each in it’s own time. God – the one we abandon ourselves to, to whom we deposit every worry, who loves us immensely. Jesus – our friend, whom we confide in, talk to, who walks with us. The amazing relationship of love then between God and Jesus, almost indescribable, is the Holy Spirit, love! He works with us, live within us, talks to us, but only if we LEARN to listen to that sweet voice. I try to live my life today, doing his work, but guided by the Holy Spirit. He is the one that makes miracles. We often say, “let’s see what the Holy Spirit wants.”
    Thank you for this topic today, for the chance to reflect on Someone so great and who should be everything for us!

  • “Alone with God was the only place I felt safe enough to fall apart.” <3 Yes! I always felt like there was something "wrong" with me in a VERY charismatic church because my experience of the Holy Spirit was so different than what I saw around me. I cherish that now, because it's made me search out and wrestle with who he is in a very real way and find out he's not who I thought. Loved this, friend!

  • “Alone with God was the only place I felt safe enough to fall apart.” <3 Yes! I always felt like there was something "wrong" with me in a VERY charismatic church because my experience of the Holy Spirit was so different than what I saw around me. I cherish that now, because it's made me search out and wrestle with who he is in a very real way and find out he's not who I thought. Loved this, friend!

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  • I shared your writing at our church facebook profile: Open House Srk. -Karoliina