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Baptism in the Holy Spirit

Posted by appolus on April 9, 2008

“It was this experience, twelve years later and in a state of alcoholic and drugged desperation, that I remembered. I thought about the love that I had felt all those years ago when the Lord had took over me for a few moments, I thought about the witness of my mother, who continued on with Christ despite all her many trials, I thought about the love and the peace and the tranquility of that moment that I had felt, and suddenly I longed for a safe harbor from the raging storms of my mind. I decided to find Jesus and ask Him to take my life, such as it was. I did find Him, He did take it and now, 18 years after that I have been priveleged to walk beside Him.”

BAPTISM IN THE HOLY SPIRIT

 

When does Baptism in the Holy Spirit take place? Is the Scriptures rigidly dogmatic about its timelines? There is a power, a second and distinct experience, if the book of Acts testifies to anything , it testifies to this fact.

I do think that timelines confuse people. I readily accept that some do receive the Baptism of the Holy Spirit when they are born-again. Some also when they are water Baptized. I accept that testimony from those folk and would have no reason to disbelieve that God works any way that He pleases while at the same time never breaking His own revealed written Word. My own experience is somewhat unusual, as my first encounter with God came long before I dedicated my life to Him as an adult. You be the judge……………….

Here is my own first experience, very briefly, with the Holy Spirit. My mom became a Christian when I was 7. My father, an alcoholic and a very controlling man, was freaked out by this. My formerly quiet house(mom always did what she was told) now became a very violent house. She was beaten on a regular basis, my dad knew he was no longer in control. She had many black eyes and once had her jaw broken. My father once nailed our front door shut , from the inside, with six inch nails so that my mother could not get to church, my sister and I lowered her out of the front window. The Bible had to be hid in the house for he would destroy it if it was found.

One night, when I was 14, I believe he was going to kill her. He was laughing hysterically and then crying, all the time having her by the back of the hair and punching her. All she would say is “Jesus loves you.” My older sister was in the corner of the room screaming, I stood behind them frozen. I had been around so many violent incidents by this time , but this night was different. The air was “thick like a fog that you could not see,” is the only way I could describe it. It was almost like you could slice through the “atmosphere.” I now believe it to be demonic(I am not a Christian that sees demons everywhere) Tonight I believe that my mother was going to die.

As I stood there, frozen with fear, suddenly a warmth came over my head, like water flowing down but in slow motion. As it made its way down through me, the fear drained out ahead of it. It went all the way down my body , right down to my toes until I was standing there, filled, and all fear was gone. I reached up and put my hand on my fathers shoulder, who still had my mother by the back of the hair and was still punching her.

His head snapped round, and I found myself looking into the blackest eyes I had ever seen, but no fear was in me. As I looked into those eyes, I suddenly was looking into his soul and there was my real father, bound and gagged, lying on his side, a prisoner in his own soul. To that father I heard myself saying “I love you.” That was it, that was all that was said. Suddenly I am back looking at his black eyes and this voice from his mouth said “I cannot argue with that,” and it was gone. The atmosphere was gone, my warmth was gone and my father released my mother and sat down looking shell shocked.

It was this experience, twelve years later and in a state of alcholic and drugged desperation, that I remembered. I thought about the love that I had felt all those years ago when the Lord had took over me for a few moments, I thought about the witness of my mother, who continued on with Christ despite all her many trials, I thought about the love and the peace and the tranquility of that moment that I had felt, and suddenly I longed for a safe harbor from the raging storms of my mind. I decided to find Jesus and ask Him to take my life, such as it was. I did find Him, He did take it and now, 18 years after that I have been priveleged to walk beside Him.

I have experienced that same feeling, the Holy Spirit coming in, many times since then. He is my strength, He lifts me up, He magnifies Jesus in my heart, He transports me to the throne room, He teaches me all about Jesus and the Father. There can be long periods in between these events, I often see them as signs along the road on my journey to heaven. Sometimes, just when I think I have lost my way, here comes the Holy Spirit to assure me and fill me and encourage me that I am on the correct road, as narrow and as difficult as it has turned out to be, but glorious and magnificent, and all difficulties counted as “rubbish,” compared to Him and His presence and His beauty and His majesty and His glory and His all in all.

So, while there is a distinct second experience of Baptism in the Holy Spirit, it is not a one time event. There is an initiating event, but it is not a one time deal. We must pursue God with all our hearts and souls, surrendering to Him, yielding to Him, hungering and thirsting after Him. If we do this, if we patiently wait upon Him, if we believe that the Lord is a rewarder of those who diligently seek Him, then suddenly, and it is always suddenly, there He is in all His glory and all His majesty. I live for Him, I live for those moments, I live for His truth, I live for the day that those moments are no longer moments, but suddenly, I will find myself in the eternal glory of His presence, never again having to return , but rather to dwell forever with my Lord in the beauty of His Holiness and the majesty of who He is, the eternal one, the Great I AM.

Alas, we but chase feathers flying in the air, and tire
our own spirits, for the froth and over-gilded clay of a dying
life. One sight of what my Lord hath let me see within this
short time, is worth a world of worlds.
… Samuel Rutherford (1600-1664), letter, Feb. 9, 1637

2 Responses to “Baptism in the Holy Spirit”

  1. faithwalk said

    Thank you once again for sharing a bit more of your life and experience in and with the Lord, which touches my heart. I can only imagine what your childhood was like and how horrifying it must have been, as mine was quite opposite. My father was an alcoholic, but functional, and a successful attorney. He was brilliant, had a great sense of humor, was very loving, gentle and quiet, but often very depressed and basically came home and drank until he went to bed.

    My rebellion was more from being neglected, as my parents were totally into their social life, my mom often abroad a couple of months at a time, during which times my dad drank heavily. My self destructive behaviour, and sensitivity to the darkness of the spiritual realm got me in some very bad situations, but the Father in His great mercy literally saved my life, and drew my heart to Jesus who found and carried me home. ,
    I will forever be thankful for His love and faithfulness!!!

    My experience with the Holy Spirit throughout my life has taught me He just doesn’t fit into a box ( as you described ) but manifests His power and presence in various ways at various times. Like you, just when I wonder if I’m going to survive this season He reaches into my heart, bringing the moments that sustain and restore our eternal hope and vision, enabling us to press on and draw upon His truly amazing grace.

    But I’ll never forget the day I was born again and filled with the Holy Spirit in our little cabin in the woods. The awesome wonder of that day, which ushered in a season of precious intimate communion with the Lord which transformed my life and being completely!
    We are so blessed to be children of the Most High!

    Have a wonderful day in the Spirit, truth and grace of the Lord Frank!

    Blessings to you always brother,

    Susan

  2. appolus said

    Hi Susan…thanks for dropping by and for your comments. I can truthfully say that I would not change any of my life. Even although we come from different backgrounds, I believe the pricipals of how the evil one works are the same. Yet, what he meant for harm and destruction, the Lord has meant for good and we know that the Lord makes beauty from the ashes of life and that we are useful in the masters hand because we can now comfort others, with the comfort we have recieved in Him. And, because of our own sin and redemption, we can look upon a sinful world, not with judgment or condemnation, for we ourselves were wotrhty of that, but with love, the same love that prompted my favorite scripture “For God so loved the worl that He gave His only begotton Son that…………………” It is simply imossible for me, a man who was forgiven such a great debt, to demand payment from others. Jesus said that He did not come to condemn, but to seek and to save the lost. I think, because we have dwelt at the feet of Jesus and washed His feet with our tears, then we love much and that love translates to the world. It was life and circumstances that brought all that about, and that is why I would not change any of it. He prepares a table before us in the presence of our enemies, in the midst of lifes circumstances, even when I walk through the darkest parts of the valley that casts the shadows of death upon me, the Light of Christ, His presence in my life, enables me to see the sun behind the clouds and know that His banner over me is love. God bless you sister, for though Him you have overcame the world………………Frank

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