It was a refreshing wind...

It is one of those beautiful summer evenings, when the moon is almost full, way up in the sky, highlighting a few clouds. Thunderstorms just rolled through, windy and loud and full of flash and flare--there are still a few distant jags of lightning in the south. The humidity has not all been washed out of the air, but the air still feels cooler and refreshed.

For some reason, my mind wandered in the direction of Pentecost, when the fresh wind of the spirit blew over the gathered disciples. While I doubt that the breeze that day was cooling, I suspect that the gathering was refreshed and energized in a manner never before experienced by any one of them!

Thinking of breezes, when Elijah was in the wilderness, before God manifested as the little whispering voice, an earthquake and a rock-crushing wind were the opening acts.

Jesus told his audience that while they can feel the effect of the wind, the wind remains an invisible force...
I wonder if the wind of the spirit has had any visible effects in your life, or in my life, lately? The simple answer is, of course. And you're reading it right now.

Lord, blow through our lives, blow away the chaff, and instill fresh air within us. To your glory, amen.