Pneuma

Apart from the breath of the Spirit, there is no life. My best efforts are tinker toys and sand castles without the breath of God upon my life.

I don't need more activity, because indiscriminate action is laziness. Instead, what I need is the focus to seek out God's Kingdom first in my life.

The Spirit is the motion of God. He empowers our efforts and comforts in our trials. He is a person. He has thoughts, emotions, ideas, and he wants to be engaged in my life. It's as though He is already moving, and I need to catch up and join him on mission where he is. He is with the homeless and oppressed. He's with the international student who doesn't know why he's here. He's with the rape victim looking for hope. He's with the thousands of people in this city who are splintered and scarred. He's inviting me to join Him. He's inviting us to join Him.

What does this look like? I don't know. I can't predict where the wind will blow, and I can't control where God goes. All I know is that I come alive most when I am where He is. To follow Him requires a loss and a gaining. It's a loss of everything that everyone else considers most precious, and it's a gaining of what actually is most valuable.