Spirit of the living God, fall afresh on me.

Acts 19:1-10

Spirit of the living God, fall afresh on me.
Spirit of the living God, fall afresh on me.
Melt me, mold me, fill me, use me.
Spirit of the living God, fall afresh on me.

Unheard and unseen the Spirit of God moves in mysterious ways, a little thought here and a smile there. A set of circumstances organized.
As a child I asked where is the Holy Spirit now? Why are there no miraculous healings? I knew the stories. Why do people not speak in tongues? I did not get a satisfactory answer.

I became a teenager heavily involved in all things Christian. I learned that miracles do happen and that people do speak in tongues. It was too much for me. I walked away.

I walked but God did not. This was the time when strange, off the wall ideas would come, sometimes with life changing consequences. In retrospect I can see that they were God organizing me for the future present. No big flashes of light, just a seeping of the Spirit as it filled up some of the spaces in my being. There is plenty of space left. Meanwhile I will gently pray the prayerful song.