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When God speaks . . .

Brothers and sisters:
We know that all creation is groaning in labor pains even until now;
and not only that, but we ourselves,
who have the first fruits of the Spirit,
we also groan within ourselves
as we wait for adoption, the redemption of our bodies.
For in hope we were saved.
Now hope that sees is not hope.
For who hopes for what one sees?
But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait with endurance.



In the same way, the Spirit too comes to the aid of our weakness;
for we do not know how to pray as we ought,
but the Spirit himself intercedes with inexpressible groanings.
And the one who searches hearts
knows what is the intention of the Spirit,
because he intercedes for the holy ones
according to God's will.

Romans 8:22-27

We were blessed to travel to a good friend's son's First Communion mass yesterday. It was celebrated at a vigil mass for the Feast of the Pentecost. The above reading was the second reading at mass. 

Now, I know that I am taking "adoption" out of context and any scripture scholar would laugh at me I am sure, but I felt like God was trying to tell me something in this scripture.

Hope.

Wait with endurance.

Allow the Spirit to intercede.

Because the Spirit knows my intentions for the adoption far better than I know them myself.  And theSpirit is interceding for me, for our adoption.

Praise God for the gift of His word and the precious gift of the Holy Spirit!!

Happy Pentecost!

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  1. This Bible scholar by training (I'm serious -- I speak Koine Greek and have taken post-grad courses in New Testament) is chill with your musings.

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