I love going to church. I really, really do. The whole church thing isn’t just a job. I love being with God’s people. I love being in a service where the Holy Spirit is both seen and heard through the anointed praise and worship and Spirit-directed preaching. I love the spontaneity of the Spirit displaying His presence through the manifestation of His gifts. Nothing is more thrilling than seeing people’s lives changed around the altars each week. Nope, going to church never gets old.
I also love leaving church each week. My relationship with God isn’t restricted to what happens at my local church. When I walk out of the church building and enter my car to drive home, the Holy Spirit doesn’t find a pew on which to sleep and begin His wait for me to return back to the church building. No, He leaves the property with me and daily works with and in me, enabling me to do the works of my Father.
I recently preached on the subject “Helplessly Dependent on the Holy Spirit.” In that message I shared that the same Holy Spirit who refused to stay inside of the upper room on the day of Pentecost wants to leave my church auditorium and travel with me so that He can fulfill His assignment of enabling me to change my Jerusalem, Judea, Samaria, and the uttermost parts of the earth. This can only become possible if I refuse to leave Him in my church auditorium and instead become helplessly dependent on Him.
This radical church auditorium dwelling Holy Spirit is also my personal Billy Burns indwelling Holy Spirit. For the next few blog entries, I’ll briefly share about my dependence on Him in my daily walk with Christ.
