Eye For The Spirit-Part 9

Posted By on Saturday, April 09, 2016

I am going to read to you from my notes where I have the reading of six different translations. They’re all quite synonymous, but still there is a shade of difference, and it helps you to grasp better the idea of quenching the Spirit.

Before I forget it - there is a difference between the Holy Spirit and the human spirit. Some human spirits do need suppression. I’m not speaking about the human spirit, but about the genuine manifestation of the Spirit, as Paul does. Now we have here in different translations:

1) “Do not extinguish the Spirit’s fire” (Berkeley). In other words, if the Spirit of God moves, do not extinguish it.

2) “Do not put out the fire of the Spirit of God” (New World Translation).

3) “Never quench the fire of the Spirit” (Moffat).

I have seen the Spirit of God quenched on many, many occasions over the years, and that, deliberately, because other things take priority. Remember now, it does not speak about the human spirit when people carry on in their own spirit. That’s another subject. But as far as the Spirit is concerned: never quench the fire of the Spirit.

4) “Stop stifling the Spirit” (Williams). We can stifle it in public; we can do it individually. I had a pianist once while I was a pastor. I was speaking, and in speaking, felt that someone had an utterance from the Spirit. So I stopped, looked over the congregation, waited for something, but nothing came. I happened to look over to the pianist and there she was: (demonstrated how she held an utterance in by stuffing a handkerchief in her mouth), and I knew that was it. She was stifling, suppressing the Spirit of God.

So I went over to her and said, “Look here, take your handkerchief out and let the Spirit have His way,” and she gave a beautiful utterance in tongues. We can stifle the Spirit.

We had another case in school. There was a girl, and she was a little problem in this area. A good kid, but ignorant. She would scream. She went: Oooooooooooh! Louder than that! Oh, it chilled your ears, went down your spine. She screamed. Well, she sat over there, and I did not want to be harsh with her. You can take something and hit people over the head, but then to get them started again is something else. I let it go and waited until she got done. She held the class up 5 minutes or so with her screaming. Well, finally she ran out of steam and that took care of it.

A few classes later, she went screaming. Oh did she scream! I could tell the students wondered why I didn’t do anything. Well, the girl was new. I was sure she was sincere. She needed help, so I let it go again. When she did it a third time, I thought, “Now this can’t go on.” So I talked to her, “Would you mind coming to my office sometime? I’d like to have a little chat with you.” She said, “Oh yes Brother Beuttler. When would you like to see me?” So we made a date.

She came in and sat in the corner. I pulled up a chair. I like to look people in the eye, then you can look right down on the inside. I knew I had to treat her carefully because she was sensitive, a certain nationality, and I knew she would be very sensitive to any criticism. So I said, “My, the Lord has been blessing you of late, hasn’t He?” She answered, “Oh hallelujah! Brother, yes, so wonderful!

I thought she was ready to go off again. I let her talk a little bit and then I said, “Do you know that the Lord wants to bless you even more?” “Oh, He wants to bless me more! If He wants to bless me more, I don’t see how I can stand it.” I said, “Suppose I help you stand it. I want to tell you a story.”

Once upon a time, I was a boy. (Wife said the other day, “You know, there’s still a boy in you.” I like to have a little fun sometime. And I said to her, “When there’s no longer a little boy in me, then it’s time for you to worry.”) Anyway, when I was a little boy in Germany, I liked mechanics. My Father bought me a little steam engine with a water pump and some other machinery for Christmas. You put water in it, put fire under it and the engine would drive the machinery from the hot water. It had a whistle, and you know how boys are: they love noise.

When you see somebody with a car with a muffler that makes a lot of noise, you know there’s still a boy driving that car even though the boy is 60 years old. They like noise - the adolescence in them, you understand that. I was a boy and liked the noise. I liked the whistle the best. I turned it up this loud: Whee ee ee ee ee ee ee! until it used up all the steam, and the machinery would stop working. There was no more steam left. It blew it all off. One day my Father said to me, “Son, if you would leave that whistle alone, you’d have enough power to drive the machinery.”