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                  As human created by God, we live daily in the miracle of God’s Grace. We receive this gift irrespective of our belief and faith (Christian or not). Often times as human we also belief that it is normal to wake up and sleep forgetting that the existence of man, creation, way of life, abilities remain a mystery even with all the science, therefore the need to appreciate God is imminent on us.
                 As believers, we only live in faith and conviction through the Holy Spirit that what has been written in the Holy book and preached to us by our minister is true. The Holy Spirit in us as human has been deposited along side the breath breathed into us during creation, but can only manifest fully when there is an understanding of its existence. If you are being asked what the Holy Spirit seem to be or mean. The Holy Spirit is viewed in different perception by different people, but similar, some would say, the Holy Spirit is our counselor, the third person in the Trinity, Guardian of believers and so on. All these are correct. The Holy Spirit is the person or being in the person of the GODHEAD, which is the Spirit of God. According to the Good book of Life, we are created as smaller gods, but we should understand that without acknowledging this being (Holy Spirit) and feeding in due time and course; the worship and praise to God, we cannot just function as that (god). God created man in his own delightful image. This is not just talking about facial creation alone but also the spiritual aspect of it.
               The existence of the Holy Spirit is very real in our lives and the wonder of God’s miracles through it is ever great. Yet, “Man” cannot receive from God except there is a conviction and belief of that miracle. Some may ask why the so called “unbelievers” partake in these uncommon miracles and blessings. Well how do we know that they are unbelievers? Believe simply means “Faith”. Faith is that thing that is not seen yet hoped for and believed that it is or will be.  “If your faith is as little as the mustard seed, you can move mountain” this was clearly written in the Bible and definitely not meant for everybody but for anyone. It doesn’t matter if one is Christian or Muslim, the Holy Spirit works with any body who believes in God’s word and promises and whose faith is on fire, once the spirit is welcomed by that individual it is happy to perform that mighty miracle needed. A man’s conversion of soul is possible through the conviction of the Spirit man by the Holy Spirit existing at one corner of the being. The existence of God’s word heard by an individual awakens the Holy Spirit to work in convincing that individual to accept God. Therefore, that “unbeliever” will definitely be blessed because of that little faith that has been portrayed.
                Program or application packages in the computer systems exist but will not function at all if one is ignorant on how to use the packages or does not believe that some things are achievable when those packages are used. Instance, the Corel Draw package used for graphic designs on the computers, will not draw or design by itself except commanded to do so using the tools provided by the package programmer. The Holy Spirit also has tools that need to be used by Christians to have the Holy Spirit work for us and communicate to God. Conviction to be saved (salvation) of an individual is the first major step; Prayer is another powerful key to ignite the spirit man to connect to God; Giving to God as he commands it, for example our tithes, offerings, first fruits and what you believe he deserves or the men of God deserves or even charity; Praising God is an extra ordinary tool that communicates to God immediately and performs that marvelous miracle. The possibility for all these tools to be effective is the handle tool “FAITH”.



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