THE HOLY SPIRIT IS LIKE THAT

Sitting on a white bench on the Khyber Road in the middle of Phoenix Park on the western edge of Dublin, Ireland, on a windy day. October 5, 2018

The wind blows from behind me, but I don’t know where it comes from. And it passes by me into the trees on the other side of the pass, but where it goes and if it stops someplace after that, I don’t know.

So it is with the Holy Spirit.

This entry was posted on Tuesday, November 23rd, 2021 at 2:20 pm and is filed under My Life with Christ, Stories. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.