Good Morning! 2010.05.25 - Ephesians 4:30 - Grieve Not The Holy Spirit

And grieve not the Holy Spirit of God, whereby ye are sealed unto the day of redemption. (Ephesians 4:30)

NOTE: The blue, underlined words below are live hyperlinks to Scripture.

The Holy Spirit is a person who can be grieved. If you are a born-again Christian, then the Holy Spirit has taken up residence in your body and lives there. He owns you. Not only does He own you, but He is the one who gives you a peace that passes all understanding or else He withdraws that peace.

What grieves the Holy Spirit? He grieves when He is offended. Paul has just listed many offending things in Ephesians 4:22-32. One of the greatest areas of offense to the Holy Spirit is the thinking we allow and the use of our tongues. That’s why our verse today is placed right in the middle of some messy sins that ought not to be allowed by the Christian. We are expected to be in charge of our tongues and our thinking.

When the Holy Spirit is grieved our fellowship is broken with Him. The Holy Spirit cannot work in your life when you have grieved Him.

Whereby ye are sealed. We can and we often do—grieve the Holy Spirit. Some Christians live with a grieved Holy Spirit and some Christians live with an ungrieved Holy Spirit. We cannot grieve him away. Good or bad, He is locked in us until the day of redemption, the day when we are resurrected and we stand before Him clothed in His righteousness.

HYMN: Wonderful Peace – (key of A flat – beautiful if sung in key of F with men singing melody and women harmony)

Far away in the depths of my spirit tonight, Rolls a melody sweeter than psalm; In celestial-like strains it unceasingly falls O’er my soul like an infinite calm.

What a treasure I have in this wonderful peace, Buried deep in the heart of my soul; So secure that no power can mine it away, While the years of eternity roll.

I am resting tonight in this wonderful peace, Resting sweetly in Jesus’ control; For I’m kept from all danger by night and by day, And His glory is flooding my soul.

And me-thinks when I rise to that City of peace,, Where the Author of peace I shall see, That one strain of the song which the ransomed will sing, In that heavenly kingdom shall be:

Ah! Soul, are you here without comfort or rest, Marching down the rough pathway of time? Make Jesus your friend ere the shadows grow dark; Oh accept this sweet peace so sublime.

CHORUS:

Peace! Peace! Wonderful peace, Coming down from the Father above;

Sweep over my spirit forever, I pray, In fathomless billows of love.