I love the Holy Spirit. She tickles me, and kisses me on the cheek, holds my head, squeezes it even, warms my heart, pushes waves of love from my chest to my toes, pours the new wine into my big ole mouth. Sometimes she makes my mouth feel like it’s full of cotton candy. She’s soft and sweet on the tongue. She confronts me, shines the Light on my crooked ways, and helps me be human, grounding me in this funny body, which I forget about sometimes. She fills me with fire, prompts prophesying and tongue-talking. She’s a work out, frankly. I shake and jump. Sometimes when she falls on me, I have to run. That’s what Holy Ghost fire does.

If the Church is to continue to be a thing, it will be because she is devoted to the Spirit of God. Her wackiness and power, paired with the life, message, and person of Jesus – that’s some Good News worth living and dying for.

She also made me a communist, and makes me one daily. She shows me how we’re all connected, how precious this earth is, how precious people are. She tells me that God has favorites, and they are the poor, the oppressed, and how we deserve revolution. As I find myself more and more devoted to her, she fills me with a fire for revolution.

I wished for so long to be able to share this communion with others, and now it’s finally happening. A people to prophesy with, kiss God with. A people to revolt with, a people to serve with, a people to die with. Empire is crumbling before our eyes. It feels impossible, but we know a God who can do all things, and it’s happening. We will dance on the rubble of the old world. The day is coming. Judgment day is coming – it’s here. We’re going to burn the old world down, and out of its ashes build a new one. We’re going to laugh in the face of empire, even if it stomps on us with police horses and swell up our faces with mace – because the Spirit is close, and good, and will win. Communism will win. I’m ready.