Every Christian can (and should) boast intimate encounters with God. I can imagine the feeling that Elisabeth and Zechariah had when their barren years were over. But I cannot imagine knowing that the son they had dreamed of and hoped for was the forerunner of the Messiah. And one can hardly be expected to know what it was like to have the Messiah, the Christ, living and growing in human form, right inside your very own body.
I have never been pregnant and may never be, but the feeling of new life inside you must be indescribable. Imagine if that were the Son of God.
But I do have that feeling. I do know what it's like to have a living Being inside me. How easily I dismiss this fact. How easily I choose to ignore the fact that I do have the Holy Spirit inside me. I want to live in that feeling, in that knowledge that what I have is something special. Something like a secret especially for me.
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