Sunday Lesson – Which Way the Wind Blows


On most Sundays, I post a vignette of the life of Jesus and consider how it relates to our lives. I don’t preach. My goal is to understand what the writer says, and what the hearers heard. I leave the what it really means to others, smarter than me, and bolder. I can’t do this without bias, and I address it when I see it. I’m comfortable with Catholic, Orthodox, and Protestant theologies. I believe by faith, not logic, and whatever I glom onto, I hold in an open hand, loosely.


Today, I have more of a sideways reminder and encouragement rather than a study. It’s a time for encouraging. This is a conversation happening all over the country. All over the world.

My daughters – twelve-year-old twins – swim competitively and are coming into that time of life. Some days, they have no desire, and I mean all caps NO DESIRE, to go to practice. As I’m not a woman, and especially as I’ve never been a twelve-year-old girl at swim team worrying about my body, I give them a wide path. Mom? Not so much. Mom was an alternate on the US Olympic gymnastics team and doesn’t put up with much: you do what you have to for your sport, for your talent, and for your team. So the girls have a competition coming up and it might be their time and we were wondering just how to approach it.

My wife brought the conversation up again this morning with a new twist.

“Ya know,” she said, “we’re talking about the end of next month, right?”

“Right.”

“I mean, who has a clue what we’ll be doing by then? Heck, we might Canadian?”

“True enough.”

“So, we don’t have to decide for another month. Why don’t we wait and see how this goes with school and the election and…everything?”

“Man,” I said. “You’re like a genius.”

So, the wisdom today, the encouragement, is not very exciting but can save you untold calories in anxious fretting and worry: wait when you can. See what’s happening. Let circumstances move a little. Wet a finger and see which way the wind blows. Pray.

I’m old enough to remember Annie Herring and The 2nd Chapter of Acts. They sang a song called Which Way the Wind Blows with these exact sentiments, and I can’t get it out of my mind when I think these thoughts. The line comes from the conversation between Jesus and Nicodemus when Jesus chides the Pharisee for not understanding that what is born of a human is a human, but what is born of the spirit is spirit.

Do not be surprised when I say: You must be born from above.

The wind blows where it pleases; you can hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going. So it is with everyone who is born of the Spirit.

Think of these words today. You don’t even know which way the wind blows or to where it goes. I can’t tell you anything about the day of the competition. I can’t say for sure that we’ll have a car that runs or if someone won’t be sick, so I will wait until I have to make a decision. I will wait on The One who knows.

Selah.

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By way of explanation, I label myself as an agnostic Christian. I attend a Southern Baptist church and am comfortable with Roman Catholic and Orthodox theology and all kinds of Protestant thought. For Bibles, I generally use the Jerusalem Bible, the English Standard Version, and the Amplified Bible. Favorite verses are Micah 6:8 where the prophet says:

G has already told you what is right and what to do: do what is right, love loyalty, and walk humbly with G.

And, from Paul in 1 Corinthians 13:

…if I am without love, I am nothing.

Email is typically the best way to contact me.

Thanks, and I pray that you find some blessing here.

Thoughts?

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