The wind blows wherever it pleases. You hear its sound, but
you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going. So it is with
everyone born of the Spirit. John 3:8
The wind is relentless today. I awoke to the sound of a shed
door banging, and a side door creaking and groaning in the buffeting it is
getting. The dustbins, once emptied, skidded across the road.
It’s one of those days when hairspray would only help if you
emptied the whole can onto your coiffeur. Which is what happened back in the
day – I remember the girls in my school sporting beehives set in concrete. They
never moved and might have held up in this stormy gale.
The Holy Spirit is likened to a few things in the Bible –
oil, a dove, fire – and wind. Not my favourite thing. Perhaps because of its
unpredictable nature, and the possibility of a close encounter with a flying
projectile off one of the many trees round our house.
In a great sermon yesterday I heard faith be described as a
response. When the Holy Spirit blew into my life well over thirty years ago, he
cleared out a lot of detritus and junk (attitudes, expectations, sins) and made
way for Jesus to take up residence. All I had to do was respond – and that was
definitely the easy part.
The Spirit blew into my life totally unexpectedly, from a
direction I’d not anticipated and with power I’d never imagined. His action
prompted my response and my life was changed in a twinkling, forever.
So I will stop complaining about the wind.
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