Father, Son, Spirit

To the pilgrims ... elect
according to the foreknowledge of God the Father,
in sanctification of the Spirit, for obedience
and sprinkling of the blood of Jesus Christ:
Grace to you and peace be multiplied.
~ 1 Peter 1:1-2 (NKJV)

Father, Son, Spirit

I readily confess to obsession with God's Word, as well as to the drive to understand it for this primary purpose: to know God.

My “sub-obsession” is the names of God, because He is known in His names. While hundreds of names capture various dimensions of one God Who longs to be known, His inherent nature is of three distinct personalities: Father, Son and Spirit. He's simply too big to fit into one Person.

May I today share Whom those three Persons are to me personally?

The Father is mighty and majestic King. He created me with a purpose and plan for me, and to share mutual love. All I have is a gift from His hand, and I need never go without anything I truly need. He blesses me with direction and disciplines me. He can be stern but usually isn’t, because of His deep underlying affection for me as His little child. Though I may disappoint Him at times, He is never, ever disgusted with me, because He sees my icky thoughts, feelings, words and actions through the rose-colored glasses of His Son's blood.

His Son is the King's Prince Regent. He is in Himself exactly all the Father is, and makes the Father personal to me by both telling me and showing me. As the Word of God, Jesus uses logical words I can understand. As the Creator, Jesus speaks in pleasurable sights, sounds, smells, tastes, and sensations. As the Son of Man, Jesus didn’t just live inside flesh, He actually became as human as me without losing any of Who He is—and demonstrated how to touch and talk with and love people. My Friend Jesus came searching for me where I sat imprisoned on death row, set me free, brought me to His Father, and asked that I be adopted into His family. He is my someday Bridegroom, residing in Heaven until our wedding day. He left behind the Bible as His love letter, His church as the part of Him I can still touch, and His Holy Spirit as His heart.

Called Paraclete (“Counselor”), the Holy Spirit is as gentle as the most compassionate mother. From the inside of me, he breathes into my soul desire for the Father’s plan for my life. Though Jesus set my spirit free, my soul lives with the lingering filth of sin which the Spirit tenderly burns off and washes away, refreshing me and making me radiant as gold. As divine Valet, He clothes me with works attractive to my Bridegroom—the labor of love, the sacrifice of joy, the cultivation of peace. His flames singe without burning, His waves billow without drowning, His breath fills me without forcing.

All three are one God. All three are marked by personality of soul and are as tangible as the elements. If the Holy Spirit is formless wind, fire and water of God, Jesus is the earthly and physical expression of God. The splendor of Father in Heaven is as untamable and untouchable and real as magnificent thunder which reverberates in my ears and heartbeat.

My God, how I love You. Thank You for making Yourself so indisputably real in my life. Please use my words to make Yourself more real and better known to others.

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