It was a blustery hike today, initially quite labored, up the Bluff Trail of Ebey’s Landing National Historic Reserve on Whidbey Island. Fifty mph gusts raised sand that stung the face and smarted the eyes. Steep grade and strong gale combined, and I strained to oppose them. At times my balance required catching as I leaned into the wind.
But, once on the bluff, I stopped, set the labor aside and let the wind sweep over me in a way as to nearly feel it softly piercing, blowing through my body as a sieve, an almost cleansing sensation. I seemed to swim, or was it flying? I thought of the old Keith Green song, Rushing Wind:
Rushing Wind, blow through this temple,
Blowing out the dust within.
Come and breathe Your breath upon me:
I’ve been born again.
God’s breath. Breath of heaven.
The Spirit of God has made me, and the breath of the Almighty gives me life. (Job 33:4)
The wind blows where it wishes and you hear the sound of it, but do not know where it comes from and where it is going; so is everyone who is born of the Spirit. (John 3:8)
~~ RGM, May 30, 2017