I was drawn to look at the variety of trees and bushes
outside the window this morning, lining and clustered round this part of the
drive. Each one has a different shape and shade of leaf; each one bears a unique
fruit or flower or seed; the gentle breeze ruffles each one just the same,
nudging and swaying through the foliage, lifting and dropping the twigs and
branches.
It is mind-blowing that every individual person in this
world, from the beginning of human history, is unique. Each has her own
appearance and characteristics; each bears a different flower or fruit or seed;
each has a unique calling on her life. And yet the same gentle wind of the
Spirit ruffles through each of us, nudging us forward, holding us back, beckoning
us into new ways.
Be still and know that I am God. I Am. He is consistent,
reliable, never-changing. The God of Abraham is the God of Justin Welby. The
God of Paul is the God of Michele. He hasn’t changed, and he won’t change. The
wind of his Spirit which fired up the disciples on Pentecost, is the same wind of
the same Spirit who fires me up today.
We are all so different and unique, and yet we are all
united by our creator, Father God.
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