Do not get drunk on wine, which leads to debauchery. Instead, be filled with the Spirit. (Ephesians 5:18)
One of the ways this verse has been
explained to me is that we are like cars. Our engines, or spirits, as designed
to run on gas. We tend to try to put other things in the tank, and wonder why
the engine doesn't run right, if it runs at all. We fill it with gas (the
Spirit) and drive around, and either use up the gas or develop a leak so that
there's no gas left. So we have to go to the gas station again and fill up. The
Greek syntax seems to lend itself to this understanding, because it should read
"Keep being filled with the Spirit."
My problem with this illustration is that
it gives the impression that we can use up the Spirit or that the Spirit can
leak out of us. I think a better
picture of this is the parable of the vine and the branches. As long as a
branch is connected to the vine, sap continues to flow into it. It is when we separate ourselves from Christ
that the Spirit cannot fill us. The secret of being filled, then, is abiding in
Christ.
There's another way that the vine and
branches illustration works better with regard to being filled with the Spirit.
Being filled with the Spirit produces results that can't be illustrated by a
car. The Bible describes these results as "fruit." The purpose of the
Spirit filling us is not just to make us "go" or to make us
"work" but to cause us to grow and bear fruit.
There seem to be two kinds of fruit
described by Christians. The first is new converts. The second is improved
character. Given the time of year, I hope to spend the next several days
discussing the character type of fruit. To be honest, however, it seems to me
that I am the last person who should discuss fruit of any sort. I rarely see it
in my own life. I'm not sharing that so people will shower me with examples of
fruit that I have borne. I'm sharing it to make these points: a) bearing fruit
is a natural supernatural process. b)
because it is natural process, we may bear fruit without really noticing that
it's happening. That leads me to a story. A number of years ago, I noticed that I was not responding to things with what I considered my usual "off with their heads!" attitude. In fact, I found myself growing uncomfortable with the violence of response from others. A thought flashed through my mind: I was being gentle. I was horrified. Me? Gentle (at least by comparison with what I had been)? That might not have been the last thing I wanted, but it made the list of last things.... Gentle? I didn't want to be gentle. Since then, I've learned to appreciate the strength that gentleness requires. That's one of the fruit of the Spirit that we'll discuss over the next several days.
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