The Blessed Gift of the Holy Spirit

On a most wonderful evening some years ago, I entered into an unassuming storefront church in my former hometown of Brooklyn wherefore hosted a school for ministry where I had become a newly enrolled student. At the conclusion of the first session, the faithful leader, a mother who was a most respected prophet in New York City stood in the midst of the Blessed Presence of the Lamb of God leading her students in a most glorious time of praise and worship. Suddenly, the mother’ eyes became fastened upon me and began to speaketh of the Spirit of God’s power and further asked me if I wanted to receive the Baptism of the Holy Spirit.

Surely, I might say I became most terrified at this Holy Invitation wherefore for years had been a secret yearning in my heart (the infilling of the Blessed Spirit of God to pray in a heavenly language). And yet, even though I felt the Blessed Master was ordering my steps to begin attending formal training to serve Him one day in ministry; in my heart hid the truth: I held fear of it. For surely, I had no desire to leave the comfort and somewhat successful life I held in my profession wherefore thy Lord had been gracious to giveth me to entereth into a life of ministry alone.

Oh, how I remembereth on that pivotal evening walking most nervously to the center of the church’s altar to meet thy Blessed Majesty. And, there in what was a most humble sanctuary was Heaven’s portal, opened over the powerful mother and me as she handed me a small perfectly-wrapped gift box. In it, she encouraged was a Gift from Heaven for me; the Blessed Holy Spirit.

Most marvelously, as I opened the top of the gift box, I was filled with Spirit of God, and His eternal power. Surely, He hath becometh a most loyal Companion whom I might testify hath been patient, devoted and faithful in His Friendship to me while guiding me in truth about the Cross, and our most Beautiful Savior, Christ Jesus.