Pine trees stretch high, silhouetted against a bright winter’s
sun. The wind has risen again and moans in the chimneys – chimneys which will
be swept clean tomorrow. We’ve waited two months for the sweep to arrive in our
neighbourhood.
I could smell soot recently, a sure sign that it’s time to
get Dick van Dyke and his friends in. I doubt there will be much singing or
leaping around on the rooftops tomorrow, but hopefully when the wind whistles
down it won’t carry a scent of soot.
I’ve just had a refreshing time over coffee with a much
younger friend. We gossiped God. I feel like the soot that can clog me up has
been swept away, so that the wind of the Spirit can blow on through and out to
a tired world.
Praise the Lord for old and new friends, especially those in
the family of God.
