2 Marks of Being Filled With The Spirit

Being filled with the Holy Spirit is a thing, even if you’re a disgruntled Baptist or a tightly-wound Presbyterian or really-cool-nondenominational-church or whatever. It’s for real (Eph 5:18, Acts 2, Acts 4, Acts 8, Acts 13, Romans 8) and it’s the greatest thing a Christian can experience. Because the Spirit’s role is to inject 200-proof Jesus straight into the veins of your soul, the two distinguishing marks that always accompany the Spirit falling on a person are the same two distinguishing marks of Jesus’ finished work on The Cross…

  • That God hated sin enough to kill for it.
  • That God loved Man enough to die for him.

hatred of sin

The following is an eyewitness account from the Korean revival that took place in the early-1900’s…

Then began a meeting the like of which I had never seen before, nor wish to see again, unless in God’s sight it is absolutely necessary.  Every sin a human being can commit was publicly confessed that night.  Pale and trembling with emotion, in agony of mind and body, guilty souls, standing in the white light of their judgment, saw themselves as God saw them.  Their sins rose up in all their vileness, till shame and grief and self-loathing took complete possession; pride was driven out, the face of man forgotten.  Looking up to heaven, to Jesus whom they had betrayed, they smote themselves and cried out with bitter wailing: ‘Lord, Lord, cast us not away forever!’  Everything else was forgotten, nothing else mattered.  The scorn of men, the penalty of the law, even death itself seemed of small consequence if only God forgave.  We may have other theories of the desirability or undesirability of public confession of sin.  I have had mine; but I know now that when the Spirit of God falls upon guilty souls, there will be confession, and no power on earth can stop it.

loved by God

DL Moody’s description of being filled with the Holy Spirit…

I began to cry as never before, for a greater blessing from God. The hunger increased; I really felt that I did not want to live any longer. I kept on crying all the time that God would fill me with His Spirit. Well, one day in the City of New York – oh! what a day; I cannot describe it, I seldom refer to it. It is almost too sacred an experience to name. Paul had an experience of which he never spoke for fourteen years. I can only say, God revealed himself to me, and I had such an experience of His love that I had to ask Him to stay His hand.