We asked, and you answered! Catholics from around the Archdiocese of Seattle share how they have experienced the Holy Spirit in their lives:
- Written by Northwest Catholic
Come Holy Spirit, fill the hearts of your faithful and kindle in them the fire of your love.
In the coloring books and flannelgraphs of my childhood, the disciples of Pentecost stood erect with red teardrops upon their heads. They looked like rows of lit matches. My religion teacher wore her hair in a low bun that covered her ears and told us that on Pentecost, the Holy Spirit arrived like a violent wind. The rest of the class was wondering if she actually had ears under that black hair, but I was wondering how those flames stayed lit. Wouldn’t they blow out?
Jesus has been brutally scourged. He has barely survived the merciless lashes. Now he walks toward Golgotha in extreme pain, condemned to die on a cross, carrying the crossbeam on his shoulders. The distance to Golgotha is short, yet each step seems the last. Jesus can barely advance.
Sometimes I like to sit and daydream about God. I might be under a tree at a park, watching the shadows shift through the leaves, or in my office, listening to rain splatter against my windows, or even behind the wheel of my car in a parking lot, with people loading their groceries in cars beside mine.