The Holy Spirit in Pop Culture…U2!

I recently received a note form a reader named Kirk who has graciously allowed me to share his very personal story about how he first came to know the Spirit as Mother. He wrote,

“There is abundant linguistic evidence in the old testament that the Spirit of God is feminine. But I never thought about it or gave it consideration until I had this experience with the Spirit. I was driving home from work, and the Spirit “inhabited” a song on the radio as had happened many times in the past. By inhabited, I mean that there was meaning provided by God for the words beyond the original intent of the song. This song was The First Time I think is the name. Roberta Flack first recorded it. The first time ever I saw your face is the first few words. So, as I was listening to this song, I could see my mother as a young woman holding me next to her reclining on a couch. So the song became a mother/son song instead of a song about lovers. But in this scene, I see the Spirit of God shining over the scene and also shining into my Mom to help her bond with me. I also see that the Spirit is experiencing motherhood through my Mom as well. God is informing my heart that before I was born, I was created. And the Spirit of God looked upon the newly created me and she loved me. I felt this love so STRONGLY throughout the experience. I also felt the feminine nature of the Spirit. For me, she was a mother figure. Interceding in my life to help my mother bond with me and also she bonded with the human that I became as my created self was placed in my mother’s womb. I cannot begin to explain the profound nature of this experience. But ever after, the Spirit of God has revealed herself as fully feminine. You can, of course, dismiss my experience. But my avid study of the Bible confirms this experience. The Spirit is feminine….period no ifs or buts about it.”

— Kirk Rogers

It might seem strange that Kirk began a relationship with the Spirit through a song. But oftentimes the Spirit will speak to us through a language we understand. For some, that is music. My husband also loves music. He knows so many song lyrics that it boggles my mind. My husband was the one who first mentioned the song “She Moves in Mysterious Ways” to me (many years ago). He told me he liked the song simply because it reminded him so much of the Holy Spirit. Did Bono purposefully mean for this song to be about the Holy Spirit? (I think yes, he did). So read the song lyrics below or watch the video, take note of the imagery of the Spirit and think about how the Holy Spirit speaks to you.

“She Moves in Mysterious Ways”

Johnny take a walk with your sister, the moon.
Let her pale light in to fill up your room.
You’ve been living underground, eating from a can. You’ve been running away from what you don’t understand.

Love, she’s slipping, you’re sliding down.
Will she be there when you hit the ground?
It’s alright, it’s alright, its alright. She moves in mysterious ways. It’s alright, it’s alright, its alright. She moves in mysterious ways.

Johnny take a dive with your sister in the rain.
Let her talk about the things you can’t explain. To touch is to heal, to hurt is to steal. If you want to kiss the sky, better learn how to kneel.
On your knees boy.

She’s the wave, she turned the tide.
She sees the man inside the child.
It’s alright, it’s alright, its alright. She moves in mysterious ways. It’s alright, it’s alright, its alright. She moves in mysterious ways, yeah
It’s alright, it’s alright, its alright. Lift my days, light up my nights.

One day you look back and you see where you were held out by this love. While you can stand there, you could move on this moment follow this feeling.
It’s alright, it’s alright, its alright. She moves in mysterious ways. It’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright. She moves in mysterious ways.

It’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright. We move through the miracle days.
It’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright.
Spirit moves in mysterious ways.
It’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright. Lift my days, light up my nights.

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