Instead, when I went for a walk in the wilderness, I found the Spirit alive and active and moving in all corners of humanity. In art, science, literature, nature, marriage, laughter, beauty, work, housekeeping, cooking. I found God in suffering and in grief. I found the people of God out here in the world, quietly getting on with the work of the Gospel, far away from stages and book deals and clear job descriptions and designated parking spots at the front of the church. The Holy Spirit doesn’t require titles or 501-3(c) official nonprofit status.
