The Wind Blows Wherever It Wants To….Yesterday my brother and I went for a drive to visit our 83 year old uncle on the island of my birth. Afterward we went down the road to where the old house still stands where I was born. It is the same house my Dad was born in some 40 years earlier. It is a special place to us albeit no longer in our families’ possession.
It was great to see the old place again and to walk the beach where we played as children. We listened to the “our our luck, our our luck" of the Old Squaw’s (sea ducks for the non initiated) and we watched them as they played and splashed about in the open water of the harbour where we grew up. What memories flooded our minds as we recalled many childhood memories and a time long ago when life was simpler and people were kinder and gentler as the first Pres. Bush referred to a few years ago. It was a time when we did not have very much of this world’s goods but we had close knit families and you could trust your neighbor. They still leave their doors unlocked on that island. Even when they go on a vacation, some still do. As we drove by one particular neighborhood we recalled the little Pentecostal church building on the hill where we first heard the Pentecostal message of the outpouring of the Holy Spirit on the day of Pentecost in the upper room. The wind was blowing there in those early days as it was on the island yesterday and I remembered that little gust of wind that blew into my families’ lives there in that little church building almost 60 years ago. It was a little foretaste of the Wind that would shape our lives and direct us the rest of our lives as we all without exception received one by one the fullness of His Holy Spirit. Mom , Dad and we three brothers in that order. Yes we have experienced the rushing mighty Wind of the Spirit and I pray that it will not just touch this family but all who will ask for it “for the promise is unto you and to your children, and to all who are afar off,even as many as the Lord our God shall call.”
Yes those days of childhood are gone forever and we shall never see them again but we seek a city who’s Builder and Maker is God. It is a city that He has prepared for the blood washed and the redeemed; for those who are looking for Him to take them to be with Him forever. But before that event happens let us pray for one more rushing mighty Wind of the Holy Ghost. I yearn for it, I long for it and this world desperately needs to see it; the church needs it to get ready for His return. Let us determine in our hearts to make it the first priority of our day; that is to pray for the outpouring of the Holy Ghost. Childhood was great; the future will be far, far greater when we get to our heavenly home.
It will be out of this world.
It was great to see the old place again and to walk the beach where we played as children. We listened to the “our our luck, our our luck" of the Old Squaw’s (sea ducks for the non initiated) and we watched them as they played and splashed about in the open water of the harbour where we grew up. What memories flooded our minds as we recalled many childhood memories and a time long ago when life was simpler and people were kinder and gentler as the first Pres. Bush referred to a few years ago. It was a time when we did not have very much of this world’s goods but we had close knit families and you could trust your neighbor. They still leave their doors unlocked on that island. Even when they go on a vacation, some still do. As we drove by one particular neighborhood we recalled the little Pentecostal church building on the hill where we first heard the Pentecostal message of the outpouring of the Holy Spirit on the day of Pentecost in the upper room. The wind was blowing there in those early days as it was on the island yesterday and I remembered that little gust of wind that blew into my families’ lives there in that little church building almost 60 years ago. It was a little foretaste of the Wind that would shape our lives and direct us the rest of our lives as we all without exception received one by one the fullness of His Holy Spirit. Mom , Dad and we three brothers in that order. Yes we have experienced the rushing mighty Wind of the Spirit and I pray that it will not just touch this family but all who will ask for it “for the promise is unto you and to your children, and to all who are afar off,even as many as the Lord our God shall call.”
Yes those days of childhood are gone forever and we shall never see them again but we seek a city who’s Builder and Maker is God. It is a city that He has prepared for the blood washed and the redeemed; for those who are looking for Him to take them to be with Him forever. But before that event happens let us pray for one more rushing mighty Wind of the Holy Ghost. I yearn for it, I long for it and this world desperately needs to see it; the church needs it to get ready for His return. Let us determine in our hearts to make it the first priority of our day; that is to pray for the outpouring of the Holy Ghost. Childhood was great; the future will be far, far greater when we get to our heavenly home.
It will be out of this world.
posted by Randall | 5:03 a.m.
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For some reason or other the following comment would not post, so I am copying it from the e-mail that I always get for notification.It reads:
How well I remember our many trips to the Island.It was always with great joy for my brother and I when Mom and Dad said we are going to the Island to see your sister for a few days. Uncle Frank and Aunt Lizzie treated us as if we were their family. They made us love the Island folks and of course we will never forget Uncle Noel and Aunt Bessie.Only God knows how they influenced our lives.Just think it won't be too long before we will all be together again and singing God's praises around HIS throne.New friends are great but they can never take the place of old friends.God bless and give you a beautiful day. B&G
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