Jesus says, “It is to your advantage that I go away, for if
I do not go away, the Advocate will not come to you... And when he comes, he
will prove the world wrong about sin and righteousness and judgment.” Let that
sink in. He will prove the world wrong. Not confirm its suspicions. Not
convict it in the way we’ve been taught—gavel in hand, sentencing the guilty
masses. No, he will expose the lie, shine the light of truth on the
collective misunderstanding of what sin, righteousness, and judgment actually
mean.
But somewhere along the line, particularly as the Church
entered its fourth-century marriage with empire, the message got hijacked. The
Spirit, intended to liberate, was rebranded as a divine prosecutor. The
Advocate became an accuser—ironically, the very role scripture attributes to
the enemy. The Spirit, who Jesus described as the one who reveals truth and
brings comfort, was mischaracterized as the source of deep psychological and
spiritual torment. And the real damage? It wasn’t just theological—it was existential.
Instead of the Spirit showing us our true identity as
image-bearers of a loving God, we were taught to see ourselves as filthy,
broken, unworthy, damned. Instead of awakening to the divine spark within, we
were conditioned to grovel before a deity supposedly obsessed with moral
infractions. And thus, a generation—no, generations—of sincere believers
were led not into freedom but into shame.
Let’s go deeper into Jesus’ actual words. The Spirit
convicts the world of sin, yes—but what sin? He spells it out: “Because
they do not believe in me.” That’s not a laundry list of behaviors. That’s not
drinking or cursing or dancing on a Friday night. The real issue is unbelief—not
trusting in the radical message Jesus brought, not seeing the Father as he
revealed him: Abba, not tyrant. Love, not ledger. Union, not separation.
And here’s the truth we must face: when people reject Jesus,
they are often not rejecting him but rejecting the caricature of him
handed down by religious gatekeepers. They’re rejecting a Jesus draped in
imperial garments, bearing the likeness not of the loving shepherd but of
Caesar’s executioner. No wonder people can’t believe. No wonder the Spirit must
come to expose this distortion.
Then Jesus says the Spirit convicts the world of
righteousness, “because I go to the Father and you will see me no longer.”
Again, let’s unpack that. He’s not saying the Spirit will guilt-trip us into
working harder to be righteous. He’s saying, “I’m returning to Source, and now
the Spirit will have to continue what I started—reminding you of your true
identity.” This is a righteousness of relationship, of right alignment, not of
earning or moral scorekeeping.
You see, Jesus’ life was an embodied declaration: this
is what righteousness looks like. It looks like compassion. It looks like
healing. It looks like loving enemies and lifting up the marginalized. It looks
like knowing you are a beloved child of God and treating others as if they are
too. When he departed, the Spirit remained to whisper this truth into our
hearts again and again—not to shame us but to awaken us.
And finally, Jesus says the Spirit convicts the world of
judgment, “because the ruler of this world has been condemned.” This isn’t
God preparing to cast humanity into eternal flames. It’s the dismantling of the
power structures and egregores that keep us enslaved to fear. The “ruler of
this world” is the system of domination, violence, separation, and egoic
delusion that orchestrated Jesus’ death. That ruler has been exposed and
defeated—not us.
But what did the fourth-century Church do with this? In its
union with Rome, it abandoned the Jewish metaphors of communal restoration and
prophetic justice. It left behind the mystical union of the Christ within, and
adopted the Roman courtroom model: God as judge, Jesus as defendant, humanity
as the accused. Salvation became less about awakening and more about
appeasement. And the Spirit? The Spirit became a spy, always watching, ready to
strike with guilt.
And so the doctrine of eternal torment was born—or at least
codified—with Gehenna twisted into a cosmic torture chamber rather than what it
really was: a prophetic metaphor Jesus used to warn his generation about the
coming Roman destruction of Jerusalem. It wasn’t about the afterlife. It was
about political consequence, spiritual blindness, and the fire of empire. But
fear sells. Control requires anxiety. And so the Church, infected by a toxic
egregore of condemnation, began to preach a message Jesus never authorized.
What’s the result of all this? People living under a heavy
cloud of shame. People hiding their pain and pretending to be righteous. People
afraid to admit their questions, their humanity, their longings. People who
don’t know who they are or whose they are.
They don’t know that righteousness isn’t a status to earn
but a truth to remember.
They don’t know that sin isn’t the things we do wrong but
the deep forgetting of our divine origin.
They don’t know that judgment is good news—it means the
system that accused and condemned them has itself been judged and overthrown.
They’ve been told the Spirit comes to torment, when in truth
the Spirit comes to awaken.
It is time to reclaim this passage. It is time to teach it
rightly. The Advocate is not here to point fingers. The Advocate is here to
hold up a mirror—not one of shame, but one of truth. The Advocate says: Look.
See. Remember. You are God’s beloved. You are one with the Source. You are
free.
Jesus said it was to our advantage that he go away,
because the Spirit would come and carry the message forward. But the message
must remain intact. It must not be polluted by empire, by ego, or by fear. The
Spirit convicts the world not of how bad it is, but of how mistaken it is. The
Spirit does not say “You are guilty”; the Spirit says “You are divine, and
you’ve forgotten.”
Let that be the message we carry forward. Not shame. Not
guilt. But identity. Wholeness. And truth.
We must reject the lies that keep people small and afraid
and return to the voice of the Spirit, who still speaks, and who still says: You
are mine. You always have been. And it’s time to wake up.
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