First Lesson

 

“Here. Hold your hands like this: in a cupped position. Look into them. Now, what do you see?”

“I see my hands.”

“Look closer. What do you see?”

“I see . . . Fingers. Skin. Nails . . .”

“Look closer. What do you see?”

“I see . . . Lines. Crisscrossing lines and cracks . . .”

“Stop. Close your eyes. Open your heart. Now. What do you see?”

“I see . . . a light. Something’s glowing from my hands. It’s pulsating, almost alive. It’s . . .”

“It’s the Spirit of God. He is here.”

“Now. Stand up. Hold up your hands like this: in adoration. There. Eyes closed, head back. Good. Now, what do you feel?”

“I feel your hands on mine.”

“I’m not touching your hands. What else do you feel?”

“I feel . . . something bubbling inside. A warmth . . .”

“With your heart. Look up. What else do you feel?”

“I feel . . . joy. A happiness inside. Almost like I’m giddy, but there’s no reason. I feel . . . I feel . . . It’s the Spirit of God! He’s here!”

“Yes. That is your first lesson: He is here.”

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Author: KB French

Formerly many things, including theology student, mime, jr. high Latin teacher, and Army logistics officer. Currently in the National Guard, and employed as a civilian... somewhere

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