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4 October 2007 - Whose God is is anyway?

The Holy Spirit really gets a raw deal in the whole Trinity configuration. I say this because the other day in Ren-AY-sance class, our oh-so-affected professor tried to convince us that Titian has painted in a vision of the Holy Ghost in one of his works. To the untrained eye, however, it just looked like a cloud. A very well lit, divine cloud.
I mean, the Holy Spirit is supposed to be a third of the most powerful being in the Universe. But instead of being treated like it, he's seen as the silent partner in the business. He's the underappreciated Mark Mulder in the Holy Big Three. If God were Captain Planet, he's the poor Brazillian kid who got stuck with "Heart" as a power as opposed to Fire or Water.
Most of this comes from the fact that we have no idea what the hell the Holy Spirit is. It was an academic grey area in Sunday School; a question that never really got answered like "What's up with birth control?" or "I thought priests were supposed to be celibate?" I mean, everyone knows who Jesus is. And everyone knows what he looks like. He's the black guy who died for our sins, of course.
And God, well, I think that when we think about "God" we see Barry Gibb sitting on top of a cloud.
But the Holy Spirit...talk about elusive. It would be easier to find Jimmy Hoffa and the Spirit. The Holy Ghost is Global Warming on a religious scale. We're not even sure if it exists, let alone what it looks like.
But unlike Al Gore's Threat of the Month Club, I have faith in the Holy Spirit. So in honor of this underappreciated Deity, I'm declaring the first Friday in October (The 5th this year) Holy Spirit Awareness Day. It gives everyone a three day weekend and hopefully the good people at Hallmark can come up with some kind of a marketable image for the guy.

-MGD
Max Davison is a Junior at Claremotn McKenna College. In his spare time, he moonlights as a black private dick who’s a sex machine to all the chicks in town. He is the man who would risk his neck for his brother man. He won’t cop out when there’s danger all about. He’s a complicated man, and no one understands him but his woman. They say that this cat is one bad mother.

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