February 2, 2007
“Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But words will never hurt me.”
Not so.
“… negative and disruptive spirit …”
That’s some heavy label to attempt to hang on another human being.
Whew.
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January 21, 2007
More often than not, I am guilty of not listening to the Holy Spirit. It sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear, but I am frequently so distracted by the frenetic pace at which we live in this 21st century that I don’t hear what it is saying. The whispers get louder and louder … sometimes I hear something and swat at my ear as though a fly is buzzing near me. Sometimes I catch a word or two which causes me to stop and strain to make out the rest of the sentence, but then I get distracted or give up and never hear the entire message.
Too frequently, it requires the spiritual equivalent of someone dropping a house on me for the Holy Spirit to get my attention! On those occasions, hindsight reveals the clues I missed along the way, of course.
This is indeed one of those occasions.
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