For those of you who don’t know what Brookshires is – it is a grocery chain here in Texas, like a Publix, Winn Dixie, or Food Lion would be. The Blog You Rang, God? reminded me about this story that has yet to be told. I used to believe that God only showed up on Sundays. I thought you could only touch God through being in church. Boy, was I mistaken.
One evening I went to Brookshires to pick up three simple items: Pepsi, Advil, Little Debbie snack cakes. My trip inside wasn’t going to take that long, so I didnt even bother getting a cart. I picked up item #1, gathered item #2, but when I got to isle 10 to pick up item #3… my knees buckled. I was with my boyfriend at the time, and he laughed at me as my legs wiggled beneath me and said I must’ve been so blown away by him my knees buckled. I laughed, and said “No buddy, but I know what this feeling is and I must get out of this store!” I grabbed my item, rushed to the check out, and went straight to the car. There I felt the wind of the spirit come over me and I began to shake uncontrollably.
Now in retrospect this part of the story is funny, but then it was just wild… He walks out to the car and sees me shaking like a leaf and almost convulsing in the driver seat (I was parked..btw, you can’t drive while in a full on holy ghost fit). Anyways, he was ready to call 911 and hospitalize me. Poor thing, he didn’t understand. To be honest, I can’t say that I did either. I just told him to go away, that God and I had some business to tend to. Needless to say he didn’t leave so what ended up happening was this….
I got the holy ghost, touched his hand, then he got the holy ghost. So here we both are, in the middle of Brookshires parking lot, fully lit, cars driving by, security camera fixed on us.. and I am convulsing inside the car, he is shaking outside the drivers side door, and we are both looking mighty silly looking like clucking chickens.
He ended up falling out on the concrete before God let go of him. Once that happened, I got the spirit of laughter, and couldn’t quit. I laughed, and laughed, and laughed..Oh, It was quite a sight to see. When I die, I’m gonna ask for God to replay that for me. I think I will get a kick out of that.
What I didn’t know, was he had never experienced the holy ghost before. He also never spoke in tongues. Well, those two things changed that night. God is definitely real. Tongues is real. Holy laughter is real. God will show up on Sunday in church, and on a Monday in a grocery store.
Oh what a life!
I’ll admit, I’m quite the hurrier. I rush about doing things that HAVE to get done, so I can focus on the things I WANT to do. It’s the way I am wired, and I can’t help it. I always tend to get work done quick so I can focus on play. The same thing has been the case the last week or so in my spiritual walk. After everything I have been through, you would think I would be like a lit match on fire, and trying to do everything I can before the match inevitablity burns out. However, carnal life gets in the way. It’s hard to come down from the highs with God and the holy spirit and get back to real life as you knew it before. So I have decided I have spiritual A.D.D (attention deficit disorder). The next question is what do you do about it?
Since I just came to this revelation today in church, I must ponder it awhile. Seems I rush through my bible, cram as much inspirational messages in my ear I can, and pray incessantly all day long in 5 minute spurts now. What the heck happened? I know what needs to be done. I am still hungry for the words God speaks to me, yet its rush rush rush through all the miniscule tasks. I’m stuck in that revolving door and was frankly having a blast running and screaming. Ahhhhhhhhh!
5 minute verse, Check!
10 minutes of praise songs, Check!
15 prayers today, Check!
One Godly action, Check!
Someone had to put the brakes on my spiritual decline.Spiritual growth isn’t a check list! I have been too close to God to back that far away. So I contemplate my position in the next weeks ahead. How do you stop what is your carnal nature? Not quite sure yet.
Guess it’s time to just admit that I have spiritual A.D.D and work on a solution. There is no pill to take for this syndrome. You just work past it. It’s amazing I dont have alarms on my phone telling me when to eat, pray, and breathe.
It’s funny to me that in the process of simply writing this blog I am painting my toenails, cooking dinner and watching my weekly dose of television. Oh my gosh, I pray someone else has this problem! I suppose I must accept I am just a different breed, and I can “do anything you can do better”(and incompletely and half-brained) as I ponder this simple truth I giggle. So here’s to those that also fall into spiritual A.D.D. Know that it’s ok to recognize it, and hopefully with gods forgiveness, we can correct and adjust. Oh darn, there goes the oven!