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the Holy Spirit has a broad sense of humor, he really makes me wonder sometimes. He uses it to good effect.
At a point in my life where I was trying to discern a spiritual direction, and had been praying for the Holy Spirit to guide me, I felt my prayers were not being answered.
I went on a retreat run by a charismatic group, held in a retreat center that was in an old mansion, donated by some rich guy. while we were in a large room praying for healing, a light fixture over my head exploded. Lots of broken glass but nobody hurt.
I went back there a few months later for another retreat, and the lightbulb in the hall outside my room exploded when I came out. The lights had been turned out at bedtime, but when I came out in the middle of the night only this one bulb was on, and that’s the one that got me, again no injuries. I was too embarrassed to ever go back there.
I continued to resist the proddings of the Holy Spirit toward a certain course of action, and we moved to Texas shortly after. Someone invited me to a women’s retreat in my new parish (which has a strong charismatic prayer group remnant from past years) and as I entered the retreat place, the fire department came up. A candle in the make-shift chapel had fallen over and started a small fire, no injuries, no damage.
At that retreat I committed myself entirely to obeying the Holy Spirit, and although I am outspoken in my skepticism toward the manifestations of the charismatic gifts, I was slain in the spirit (for the first and only time) and have taken this as an acknowledgement of my willingness to be guided. He is stronger than I am, thank goodness.
At a point in my life where I was trying to discern a spiritual direction, and had been praying for the Holy Spirit to guide me, I felt my prayers were not being answered.
I went on a retreat run by a charismatic group, held in a retreat center that was in an old mansion, donated by some rich guy. while we were in a large room praying for healing, a light fixture over my head exploded. Lots of broken glass but nobody hurt.
I went back there a few months later for another retreat, and the lightbulb in the hall outside my room exploded when I came out. The lights had been turned out at bedtime, but when I came out in the middle of the night only this one bulb was on, and that’s the one that got me, again no injuries. I was too embarrassed to ever go back there.
I continued to resist the proddings of the Holy Spirit toward a certain course of action, and we moved to Texas shortly after. Someone invited me to a women’s retreat in my new parish (which has a strong charismatic prayer group remnant from past years) and as I entered the retreat place, the fire department came up. A candle in the make-shift chapel had fallen over and started a small fire, no injuries, no damage.
At that retreat I committed myself entirely to obeying the Holy Spirit, and although I am outspoken in my skepticism toward the manifestations of the charismatic gifts, I was slain in the spirit (for the first and only time) and have taken this as an acknowledgement of my willingness to be guided. He is stronger than I am, thank goodness.