On the Holy Spirit
I've never liked the term "Holy Ghost" since I was a child. Ghost implies a person. Even if we are made in Gods image, after a thorough look at Eden this morning, calling myself "the garden", I can appreciate what metaphor is. I am the garden, er, I am built with knowledge of all things, enjoying them freely but exposed nevertheless to what is bad. The church has us pray a few prayers every Sunday. One of which I am always embarrassed about, and generally cannot make it through so I don't recite it fully, each and every time I recite the version from my youth and CANNOY LEARN the new version! And at one point we bow. I always thought we bowed to Mary and perhaps it is true, but this time I realized we bowed at the same time to God's holy spirit, his only representative on earth. It was a huge deal for a minute. Then I went home and sang songs a while. But by nights end, I felt sadly drifted from this strange beautiful thing which lives within me, and...
