Dec 4, 20232 min read

The Safe Spirit

Have you ever caught yourself blurting out deeply personal stuff to someone who was practically a stranger?

Sometimes you are the blabber and sometimes you are the stranger, and both can feel a little awkward.

TMI, you know.

Too much information.

But why does this happen?

Someone once told such a beautiful story in which our Comforter is called the Safe Spirit.

Safe.

When people feel safe, they share without fear of rejection.

When people feel safe, they can stop the walking-on-eggs wordtango’s and say things as they are.

When people feel safe, they lower the shield that protects their most vulnerable selves.

When people feel safe, they focus better on the truth.

When people feel safe, they are willing to ask for help, and give it.

When people feel safe, their shoulders drop, they take a deep breath, they live.

Sometimes it is hard to feel safe in the dark night of injustice.

The apostles would have possibly experienced this when, despite their good works, they were thrown into prison (repeatedly).

But for the righteous there is always a new day:

Provoked mightily by all this, the Chief Priest and those on his side, mainly the sect of Sadducees, went into action, arrested the apostles and put them in the town jail. But during the night an angel of God opened the jailhouse door and led them out.

He said, "Go to the Temple and take your stand.

Tell the people everything there is to say about this Life.”

Promptly obedient, they entered the Temple at daybreak and went on with their teaching.

Acts 5:17 The Message

During the night... at daybreak.

Sometimes I meet the Safe Spirit in my night.

And sometimes He sends His ambassadors in my night

(tucked into human skin),

safety in their presence,

to lend me courage

for the dawn

what was promised.