Everyone Knows It's Windy

Last Tuesday my daughter Carrie read my blog with granddaughter stories and then asked why hadn't I written down the funny things she and sis Jennifer said while growing up.  I wish I would have. I can jump back a generation and see what my fuzzy brain can remember of my first go round at parenting.

When Carrie was in the second grade, her best friend was Stephanie.  Stephanie actually lived in Antioch, but her mom made the 20-minute daily drive over the hill to Concord to have her daughter attend Ayers School.  However, classroom time just wasn't enough since best friends must get together often to super glue that little girl bond.  Stephanie was able to come with Carrie to our house a few times after school each week, so if a weekend play date was needed, it was only fair that we reciprocate and make the drive up Bailey Road and over the hill to Antioch.

One particularly windy Saturday, Carrie started the usual pleading to go to Steph's house.  I hated Bailey Road.  It was a narrow, winding two-laner with roller coaster style dips and blind curves, which was perpetually scented by road-kill skunk. (On one trip, we counted 13 dead skunks!)  Throw in some wind gusts and you have a 50 percent chance of an accident.  (I remember now that there was an auto wreckers yard on the road, and I just figured out why). 

Not wanting to risk two lives for one play date, I told Carrie that it was just too windy and that it would be even windier up on Bailey Road.  "Why, we might even get blown right off the mountain!"  She looked puzzled about that statement, went quiet in thought for a few moments, and then emphatically declared, "Mom, there isn't any wind on Bailey Road."  "How do you know that, Carrie?"  "Oh Mom, there can't be any wind because there aren't any trees." 

Well, now Mom was puzzled.  Carrie was right about one thing--the hills were just big grassy open areas.  But she wasn't making much sense; I thought she was just being silly to make me give in to the road trip.  "Carrie, just because there aren't any trees doesn't mean there won't be wind."  She gave me that aren't-you-any-smarter-than-a-second-grader look and, in all seriousness explained, "Mom, the trees start waving their arms and make the wind, so there can't be any wind if there aren't any trees!"

As I think about that innocent but backward view, I must admit many of us aren't any smarter than a second grader, especially when it comes to understanding how God works.  Jesus tells us, in John chapter 3, that the Holy Spirit is at work in the lives of all who are born again.  He likens the Spirit to the wind, stating, "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."  The Spirit moves in our hearts, revealing a need to fill, an opportunity to help, a hurt that must be mended, a ministry or a purpose that we'd never seen before but suddenly can't turn our eyes from.  When we respond to that prompting of the Spirit, we are at one with God's will, bending in the direction he wants us to go--just like trees in the wind.  Too often, however, we get it backward, thinking that if we start waving our arms at God, He will move at our command.  We make our plans and we ask Him to back them.  We do and we do, and it just doesn't do, because we think we can make our own wind.  We really should get this lesson; Jesus restated it many ways for us.  John 15:7, "Apart from me, you can do nothing."  

So I challenge you today to read two chapters from the Bible, book of John, chapter 3 and chapter 15.   I'm predicting it will be a windy day.  Get ready for a wild ride with God!