We have choices every day. Some choices are right, some are wrong. Sometimes we know something is wrong, yet we choose to do it anyway. Sometimes we make the wrong choice and, when confronted with the repercussions of our choice, we wish we had made a better choice, but often we blame someone else.
The chief priests and Pharisees wanted Jesus to go away. They saw him as blasphemous because he said that He came from God, that He was God, that He was the path to God. They looked forward to a Messiah, the one promised sent from God. But evidently they did not expect this promised one to acknowledge that He was the one sent from God because anyone who professed to be sent from God would be considered to be in sin and thus could not be the one.
With this approach, is it any wonder they could not find Jesus wherever he was, especially in the glory of heaven.
But, to those who came to Him, who sought Him, He promised living water, overflowing to share with others, the power of the Holy Spirit, the power to understand and interpret the scriptures, the power to heal and raise the dead, the power of life of joy of peace. The fact that some would not come to him was their choice. The fact that they would not find Him did not mean that He was hiding, but they refused to look in the place that He was, instead insisting that they knew best and He could not possibly be in that place.
Jesus said, “I am not here on my own authority, but he who sent me is true. You do not know him, but I know him because I am from him and he sent me.” They failed to lay a hand on him because it was not yet time (his hour had not yet come).
He would be in heaven, they would not find him because they would not look to heaven and they would not come there because He alone is the door to heaven.
The holy spirit
I received it on the day I accepted Jesus. I receive it still every day in scripture and in prayer. It overflows to others in peace and joy, in prayer and forgiveness.