
Waking to celebrate Pentecost today, I had a few minutes to reflect on how I view the Holy Spirit. I realized that there is only one specific time I think to pray to the Holy Spirit. I've got the Holy Spirit pigeonholed to a very particular little box. I call upon the Holy Spirit when I am in a group that has to make decisions or plans like a church committee meeting. That certainly goes right along with the picture of Pentecost when the Holy Spirit descended upon the group of apostles; maybe that's why I am stuck in this rut?
Now that I have recognized this about myself, it's time to go about changing. If I am leaving one third of the Trinity off of my call list, I am limiting what I can do in life. A third of my support network is out of the loop. One of my shortcomings is lacking the confidence to witness to my faith. I always excuse myself from ever saying anything by thinking that my actions speak louder than words and my example is the best witness, yadda yadda yadda. But at the same time, neglecting the conversation may make me appear to be unapproachable and silence in some situations is viewed as agreement. If the Holy Spirit could give the apostles the gift to speak to each nation in their own tongue, surely he can give me the courage and the words needed to approach the friend who has lost their business to our economy and offer my sympathy or to speak up the next time my friend's husband cracks a joke abut Catholics worshipping statues. So the short but beautiful prayer above is going to be placed into heavy rotation and I'll see if there are other times in my life for the Holy Spirit to do it's work.