The Holy Spirit is part of the holy trinity. It’s like the part of God that’s everywhere. It’s hard to explain.
The holy trinity is god the father, god the son and god the holy spirit together. A trinity: three sides/persons of God
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Oh just a note, I don’t think that Protestants call them “priests” but more often ministers or pastors.
But others, feel free to correct me!
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It depends on the denomination, but you’re largely right! They’re still called priests in the Church of England
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Oh I forgot about Anglicans!
I was thinking of the more American denominations, like Evangelicals, Baptists, or Methodists where they don’t use priest as far as I know. In fact, there’s a bit of a prejudice against the word because of its relationship to Catholicism (which was widely not accepted and in some part is still not thought of as “Christian”).
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I’ve added the religion tag
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I’m Pentecostal. We believe that Jesus is God, the Son, and the Holy Ghost. I wasn’t raise in this believed tho. When I was little my mom would take us to church. But the thing is I can’t remember what they taught. All I remembered is that I should get baptized. We stopped going after a while. When I was 19, two missionaries(Mormon) came to my mom’s house. They talk about stuff. So, I became a Mormon. But then something happened that made me stopped going. Years went by (23 years old) and something bad happened. Let’s just say I became angry and hateful towards someone. And the more I thought about it the more hateful I became. I stopped being a Mormon and became a “witch again” instead. I read tarot cards every day. But the hate just kept growing. I’m gonna say after a month I couldn’t feel anything anymore. I wasn’t happy, angry, or even sad. There was nothing. I felt like a zombie. One day, I was switching channels on my tv when I came by a Christian channel. I watched it and then I began to feel again. The hate and anger had left me. God took that away. Fast forward to how I became Pentecostal. It’s very very long story this is. So, I’m gonna try to tell the short version of it. So, I like someone and I thought he liked me. At this time I didn’t really think about demons. Off subject, I forget to tell you that at a very young age I could hear and see things. Like this one time, I was home alone (18)ready to sleep and my bedroom was all the way in the back and I heard something in the kitchen(in the front of the apartment). A millions thoughts came in my mind. like what if it’s a robber. What ifs… Then I heard a voice (a woman) saying", Go to sleep." “I can’t “, I said. She said”,Go to sleep, April. Everything will be alright.” But I kept saying I couldn’t. Then I felt a hand on my head. Like a mother would do to helped to get her child to sleep. I fell asleep and in the morning everything was okay. I believe she’s my Guardian Angel. Now seeing, it started off with little things like a dead cat. But on the subject now, what I about write probably seems strange. I believed he was talking to me through pictures he posted up. I began hear voices that wasn’t nice. They would say mean things to me but at this time I thought it was the man I liked. Then the voices used other people’s voice now ( my sister and friends). I thought I could hear what people was thinking. It got to a point where I didn’t even know who I was. My family sent me to C-pep. Hoping to helped me. They made me took pills. The thing was they didn’t really know whats was going on in my head. A month went by I finally got out(Aug 2012) (29 years old) But I still believed in the things. Let just say I hit rock bottom, I thought I was going to die. But God blocked it. There’s a church across from me at that time. I went inside. Since then, I belong to there. They taught me who God really is. He’s not a hateful God. He’s a loving God. I learned that Jesus is all three. Those are titles but He’s name is Jesus. I don’t wear pants or shorts. All I wear is dresses and skirts now. I don’t wear jewelry or makeup anymore. I don’t swear or do drugs(includes alcohol). I learned that I was listening to demons. Saying those mean things to me. I don’t believe I’m a witch because I was listening to demons. I learned that there’s always hope even when I couldn’t see it. If you’re alive, there’s still hope. The reason way I believed that there is a God is because I wouldn’t be alive right now.
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That’s a really interesting and sad story. I’m glad you found a religion that makes you feel at peace
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Anyone is still welcome to ask for help!
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I love this.
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I do too.
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That’s brilliant 
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Thanks for coming to my tedtalk XD
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Someone should pin this.
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Thank you!
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That is glorious.
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Thank u
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