Holy Spirit, Show Me God’s Purpose in My Life

• Good evening. Isn’t it wonderful to be in the presence of the Lord? I can feel something here tonight. A stirring, a holy expectancy. It’s not about me and it’s not about you. It’s about him. And I believe you’ve come with a hunger, a deep silent cry of the heart. It’s a simple prayer really, just a few words.
• Show me. Show me your hand. Show me that it’s been you all along. But how do we see it? How do we trace the fingerprint of the divine on the ordinary canvas of our days? We live so much of our lives in the natural, don’t we? We see bills. We feel heartaches. We navigate traffic and grocery lines and lonely nights.
• We look for God in the earthquake and the whirlwind. But so often he is not there. He is in the gentle whisper. And to hear a whisper, you must get very close. You must grow still. You must have a guide who knows the voice of the whisperer. That is where it all begins. Not with a frantic search, but with a sacred invitation.
• It starts on our knees, not with our eyes straining in the dark, but with our spirit saying, “Come, Holy Spirit. Come you who were promised as the helper, the comforter, the spirit of truth. I am asking you now to do for me what I cannot do for myself. Open my eyes.” You see, we are not merely seeking an experience. We are seeking a person, the third person of the Trinity.
• And he has been given to us for this very purpose, to lead us into all truth, to take what is of the father and the son and reveal it to our hearts. So many of us are like the disciple Philillip. We stand right next to the glory, right in the very presence of the way, the truth, and the life.
• And we say, “Lord, show us the father and that will be enough for us.” And the Lord looks at us with such love and such compassion as he did to Philillip. And he says, “Have I been with you so long and yet you do not know me?” He is saying, “The way to see the father’s hand is to know the son’s heart.
• And who reveals the son to us?” The holy spirit. The invitation, therefore, is to surrender our spiritual blindness. It is to admit I have been looking but I have not been seeing. I have been hearing but I have not been understanding. Holy Spirit, you are my teacher. Start with me. Start right here in this pew with this anxious heart with these confused memories. Show me.
• This is not a passive prayer. It is an act of faith. It is positioning yourself before God and saying, “I am choosing to believe that you are active, that your hand is at work, even when my feelings scream otherwise. And I am asking your spirit to make the invisible visible. It is like turning on a light in a room you thought was empty, only to discover it has been filled with beautiful, intricate carvings and designs all along. The carvings were always there.
• But without the light, you could not perceive them. The Holy Spirit is that light. He illuminates. He makes plain what was hidden. And when you pray that prayer sincerely from a place of hunger, something happens in the unseen realm. The spirit of God who is already within you if you belong to Christ begins to stir. He begins to bring to remembrance.