As I sit on the shore of Chatham, MA, I get the chills but it's not from the cool breeze. Countless times, I have felt these kind of chills before but my body has never seemed to adjust to it. Every time I feel it, my body is overwhelmed. It's the kind of chills that covers your whole body, the kind that makes your arm hair stand up, the kind that blows your mind & rids your mind of all thoughts and worries then leaves you with nothing but amazement. I feel this only when praying or witnessing a prayer. The chills are my bodies response to the Holy Spirit working through my soul.
I remember the first time I recognized this as a blessing. It was during WYD in Australia. I was sitting on the field, gazing at Jesus in the monstrance who was placed hundreds of yards away, when Leah Gunning sat next to me. She was wrapped up in a blanket, as was everyone else but for some reason the low temperature had not phased me yet.
That conversation with Leah, you can say, was my first real realization of faith. I had experienced God many times through Lifeteen & through Jason or any of the Core members I had grown close with, but Leah had an amazing way of looking right
through my sinfulness. That conversation was the first time I had explained what the chills felt like. The first time that I had appreciated the Holy Spirit.
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