Christianity’s conception of the Holy Spirit reminds me more of Mr. Rogers than it does the God of the universe. Believers are indwelt by the Spirit so we can be extra, super-duper nice and stuff.
But when you compare what the Spirit does to people in the Bible with our conception of Him, there are few similarities.
We have the idea that the Holy Spirit merely adds a different component to life. The stuff we couldn’t do before, like be patient, we can now still not do, but we can joke that “the Spirit is still working on me!”
That whole “love thing” sure sounds nice too, and it would be nice to love people, it’s just so hard when you’re with people to actually do it, “The Spirit’s not done with me yet I guess!”
There’s this notion that the Spirit doesn’t really change anything in me, He doesn’t make me inherently different. No, He works with what I got. He smooths the edges, takes a little off the top, but essentially I’m still me. “He’ll finish me someday!”
This bothers me. When the Spirit came on people in the Bible they changed. They weren’t the same. Samson, Saul, David, the apostles, and all these men were different after the Spirit came on them.
We’re the same, we just know we’re not supposed to be. To the degree we are the same, we blame it on the Spirit’s poor work ethic in making me different.
Not sure what my point is yet. It just bothers me. It just does. The fact that I used the word “just” twice there proves it.