Wind, Breath, Spirit.

The mind is an ocean . . . I and so many worlds / are rolling there, mysterious, dimly seen!
  
And our bodies? Our body is a cup, floating / on the ocean; soon it will fill, and sink. . . .

Not one bubble will show where it went down.

The spirit is so near that you can't see it!
But reach for it . . . don't be a jar / full of water, whose rim is always dry.

Don't be the rider who gallops all night / and never sees the horse that is beneath him.

—Rumi (1207-1273)

The Holy Spirit flooded into the church on Pentecost.  And it labors with light and love to open up the world to grace and goodness. . . .

This divine wind—breath—spirit is the Comforter, the Sustainer, the Gatherer and Giver of life.  This wind—breath—spirit is so near to us that we can’t see it.  It is as close to us—and as much a part of us—as the air that fills our lungs.  It is the glasses we wear that simply become part of our eyes, clarifying and sharpening our vision.  It is the horse beneath us that moves as our legs, carrying us on the long journey through night and day.

This wind—breath—spirit comes to stir and awaken us.  To draw us deeper and deeper into life.  Refusing to let us skim across life’s surface.  As Rumi reminds us, none of us is meant to be a jar full of water whose rim is always dry.  We are created out of this rich spirit.  We are full of that spirit, and we must share that spirit.  We are called to offer out of our abundance.  We are called to pour out and overflow and feel and see our connectedness.  None of us stands alone, and we must not turn a blind eye to the blessings that carry, comfort, and sustain us.  The divine wind—breath—spirit works tirelessly to open, fill, and aid us.  How will you respond?  How will we respond?

See you in church,
Christy