When I think of God the Father my mind goes very quickly to images of ‘light’. Righteousness untainted by self-justification: absolute holiness so different from my own attempts to be different. Justice without sentimentality: love uncompromised by self-interest: goodness beyond my conception of integrity, kindness and benevolence. He is the brightest of white light without even a shimmer. His thoughts are higher than mine to such a degree that only when He condescends to me do I understand anything of His nature. God the Father is absolute, unfathomable, mysterious, magnificent and glorious. It is hard to describe my thoughts of Him because words seem as motes of dust trapped in His luminescence. He is indescribably… God.
I know the theology concerning the Holy Spirit, but my appreciation is more at the level of feeling and impression than of logical definition. I find The Spirit influences me in gentle and usually very subtle ways. I have the sense of being corrected, guided, and comforted as a form of nurture rather than dominance. Even in the moments when I experience the greatest degree of empowerment for ministry I am impacted by awe and wonder rather than ‘power’. It is as though The Holy Spirit has poured an inexpressibly precious liquid energy into my cupped hands which I want to handle with the greatest reverence as I give it to others without any slipping through my fingers. On the occasions when I succeed in pointing people to Jesus I have the impression that The Spirit is smiling benignly upon me. When I do wrong or act selfishly I sense the disappointed disapproval of one who loves me and expects the best from me. I really appreciate The Spirit’s involvement in my life and I am eternally grateful that The Holy Spirit breathed life into me both physically and spiritually.