I have recently had two opportunities to see how I react in shocking situations. The first happened last Sunday in Sunday school. We had just finished with the lesson and our teacher was standing at the front trying to think of something to say when all of a sudden, his legs gave out and he fell and hit his head on the wall and fell with his legs under him. I think the class sat and just looked at him for what seemed like ten minutes. I stood up because I knew I needed to do something but after I stood up, my brain shut off and I continued to stare with my mouth open. Then people jumped into action. My teacher was fine, by the way.
Then yesterday, Josh and I went to the countryside for the day and we were buying groceries at the Brookshires and I had been put in charge of carrying the ketchup. Well, I was flipping it around in the air and catching it but I dropped it. Aren’t plastic bottles supposed to be hardy? This one was not. It broke open and splattered all over the aisle. I just stood there, once again, and stared at it. Josh grabbed my arm and pulled me away and banned me from holding the ketchup until “I’m readY”.
This is a bad reaction to have in emergency situations. I was thinking about it and if someone came up to me today and said, “You’re different. I see that you have joy. I know you know Jesus, tell me about Him.” I would be happy but I might have my “deer in the headlights” reaction. That’s the scariest scenario yet! Luckily….
In the same way, the SPirit helps us in our wekness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but hte Spirit himself intercedes with groans that words cannot express.