Saturday, May 26, 2007

A Post for Pentecost

Late yesterday evening Olivia and I were walking along the Western shore of Penrose Point State Park, enjoying the setting sun and the excitement of all the campers showing up for the Memorial Day weekend. Clara rode high up on my shoulders.

The wind picked up, rustling the new leaves on the maples and firs to our left.

Olivia: "Daddy, why can't you see the wind?"
Me: "Because it is made out of air, and you can't see air. You can only see what it does - moving the branches, swirling the leaves, rippling the water in the bay. You can't see wind; you can only see the effect it has on everything around it."

John 1:8 - "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.”

Perhaps the Spirit was reminding us that he's still around, 2000 years after the first Pentecost.

[As a bonus gift, we found our first ripe berry of the season and shared it together.]

1 comment:

Kim said...

No big shocker - John 1:8 was a key point in Pastor H's message yesterday as well. :)

Thanks for the warm thoughts and prayers for my mother-in-law and our family. I'm learning that even at the frayed ends of our emotional ropes, the Holy Spirit is there, strong enough to support us so that we can keep hanging on.

Peace. -Kim