Wind and Spirit

When Ginny and I were on vacation, our cabin stood next to a stand of pine; we often sat in porch rockers and listened to the wind whisper though pine needles.

We walked and heard the wind rasp sand along the beach.

I have heard the wind moan and whistle through the columns of a deserted church at midnight.

I have heard the howl of a hurricane and the roar of a summer storm.

I have heard the wind snap a flag and ding the rope against the flagpole.

I’ve heard leaves rustle in the wind and watched beards of Spanish Moss sway among the oak branches

And I have heard the silence of falling snow …

And drifting fog.

Yesterday, as my friend Barbara and I sat talking in the backyard, we heard the wind moving through a stand of bamboo.

Barbara said, “The sound the wind makes depends on the material it moves through”.

That explains a lot.

Jesus once told a man, “You should not be surprised at my saying, you must be born again. 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”.