The Weeping Warrior and the Holy Spirit

This is a story told by a woman who gave a talk at my church today.

There are a man and a woman who travel to an undisclosed country in the Middle East and camp out in their car, distributing Bibles in the language of the country, to people every so often. They were driving through a desert and desperately needed petrol. In the desert there was only one petrol station and as they drove up, there was a warrior standing near the pump. He had a pistol on his left hip and a dagger on his right hip and was thronged in ammo for his AK-47. He had a huge turban on his head and was absolutely enormous. So with heads down, the man and the woman quickly filled up their car and the wife thought out loud to her husband "We should give him a Bible".

"Oh darling, don't be ridiculous." And they got in the car and left.

A mile or so down the rode, the wife had finally gotten adamant. "God says we need to give that man a Bible." So fearing his wife more than the warrior, the man turned the car around and drove the mile or so back to the petrol station where the warrior was still standing.

Approaching the warrior, he said "Here is a Bible in your own language, a gift that I hope will bless your life."

The warrior began weeping as he accepted his Bible.

He said, "Three days ago I had a dream that a man would come and give me the words of life, and I have been standing here for three days."

This woman rightly reminded me that the Holy Spirit is not some power or energy, it's not Karma or a helper, but a person of the Trinity with a distinct personality who can be ignored, grieved, who can encourage and comfort, who brings dreams and whispers encouragements in our ears, who brings truth to our minds, who enlightens the scriptures to us, who gives us visions and songs and even tutors us in heavenly languages. He prays to us with Jesus and guides us all the days of our lives.

I'm so thankful for this bit of truth being made so clear to day. Amen!