He walks upon the wings of the wind; He makes the winds His messengers, flaming fire His ministers. Psalm 104:3-4
I’m an over-achiever. I like to work hard and feel that I accomplished something. I enjoy stretching myself to learn new things. While none of these are bad traits, in ministry they can be dangerous. I can begin to believe that my efforts are what yield success. I would do well to remember that humans generate earthbound results. Only God gives rise to true spiritual outcomes.
Several years ago, I had a vivid dream. I was mixing together three unlikely ingredients in a bowl to make something to eat. Jesus was standing nearby so I asked Him about it. “What is this going to be, Lord?” He answered, “It’s going to be manna for the people you’ll be feeding in my name.” I was surprised because the ingredients were such that you’d never mix them together to create anything appetizing. So I said, “But how will these three things produce something edible? I don’t understand.” He laughed and replied, “The secret is in the wind.”
With that I felt a gentle breeze enter the room. It blew over the ingredients and stirred them up so that they rose into the air to form a swirl before settling back into the bowl. The Spirit had touched the common ingredients and transformed them into something supernatural.
Wind has always been a sign of God’s presence. Wind and breath are often synonymous in scripture. Jesus breathed on His disciples and filled them with a power beyond themselves. No longer limited but Spirit filled, the Gospel message would spill out of their mouths with power and passion. Continents would never be the same as these ordinary men were transfigured into agents of heaven. Without impressive credentials, people would say of them, “We can tell they have been with Jesus.” The spiritual wind accompanied them. It disturbed the deep. The vast emptiness of people’s souls was filled with the Bread of Life.
God walks on the wind. He begs to be invited and is anxious to intersect today with the ordinary. He is passionate to alter the common things. He dreams of restoring what the Fall has eaten away. Where are you languishing? Why are you panting from self-effort to repair something in vain? The wind promises to blow across the carnage of our lives. We are meant to smell the aroma of Eden. Wherever the Spirit of God will hover today, the landscape will change. Transformation begins with an awareness of my great need.
Come, Holy Spirit, to my ordinary world. Amen