John 3:8 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.
We went to John Luke’s Celebration of Life service today. The service was filled with splendid stories. Some of us take reading materials to the bathroom, but John would sit and sing. He threw water balloons and amazing birthday parties. John Luke, a MU fan, once called the KU loving Pastor a “chicken-hawk”. The stories brought smiles and laughs. Yet they were a terrible reminder – caskets should not be so small.
Sitting in that sanctuary my own complaints and concerns came into perspective. Financial worries no longer mattered. I could not imagine how work struggles or family problems kept me up at night. Everything seemed trivial. (Mentally list what is troubling you – I imagine you will agree.)
This past Sunday was youth Sunday. So our attendance, even with added family members to support youth singers and preachers, was way down. I suppose the music could be too loud. The message would not be as polished (though you get a break from me!). But it was a great service, and I was irritated that our church missed a chance to worship.
Yet even my “righteous” irritation felt pointless.
John Luke’s favorite part of school was recess. Which makes perfect sense. Gracious the favorite part of my day would still be recess, if anyone would give me time for it (or come play with me). The answer seemed obvious, but little John’s dad still asked why, and John Luke said, “When the wind blows, I hear Jesus speaking.”
Whatever crap you are facing. It is a windy day. Go out and stand. Let the breeze rush over you and listen…
… who knows what you may hear.