Sunday I went to Costco for hamburgers and came home with a vacuum cleaner.
I’d like to think it was my reward for surviving the Costco parking lot without committing murder or at least swearing, but maybe not so much.
My experiences at Costco have gotten me to thinking about this post from last December that I needed to remember in July…
I was maneuvering laboriously, with stops and starts, through the parking lot at Costco yesterday, thinking for the millionth time that the Costco parking lot is either an outer ring of hell or a brilliant opportunity for spiritual formation.
As I dodged runaway giant shopping carts,
and waited for pedestrians absorbed in studying their shopping lists wandering blindly in the middle of the row,
and backed up for cars in front of me that slammed on their brakes upon spying the tell-tale white reverse lights of a car vacating a parking place they could nab…
I thought of a spiritual practice a friend of mine has been advocating. The simple practice of saying “Come Holy Spirit” throughout the day in situations like this that require patience, understanding, and discipline beyond me.
When I say “Come Holy Spirit” it reminds me that God is with me in every small moment. It encourages me to try to see the situation through His eyes.
It reminds me of His character.
It says, “I’m depending on your power because I’m weak as a baby and about as mature. I need you. Your power perfected in my weakness.”
In this season of Advent as we’re waiting for Emmanuel, God with us, I love to think about Isaiah 9:6 “For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on His shoulders. He will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace…
Which of these names do you most need to be reminded of today?
Come Holy Spirit.
Come Mighty God.
Come Everlasting Father.
Come Prince of Peace.
Come. Even to the Costco parking lot.