Four Strong Winds
Blow us around and off course.
Tuesday, September 19, 2023
Are We Blown Like the Waves Over the Rocks?
Those of low estate are but a breath, those of high estate are a delusion; in the balances they go up; they are together lighter than a breath.
Now during those days he went out to the mountain to pray; and he spent the night in prayer to God.
Words of Grace For Today
The good times seem to have left us, and left us in the lurch, up a creek of shtako with no paddle or hands even.
We may think we are special, of great importance in the course of history even, or at least for a few people now.
Yet, of greatness or lacking any importance to anyone, we are all but like a breath that passes, of necessity for life to continue, to make room for the coming generations, for evolution to proceed bringing God’s blessings to us through the generations.
What are we to do?
Go full bore ahead, damn the cost to others, making our way in life?
Bury our heads in the sand and pretend all is okay?
Lots of options, we people have come up with.
God offers the only one that does us any good:
to head to the ‘mountain’ and spend the ‘night’ in prayer.
The mountain is not so far, or merely a geographical location, just as the night is not merely the time between sunset and sunrise. The mountain is that place where we have encountered God, many times, sometimes even noticing. The night it that darkness that threatens to overwhelm us, against which darkness we can do absolutely nothing.
So we pray.
We pray, God save us!
God save us, sending four strong winds to blow us home again to you, home between the seas and foreign lands, home to rest in your breath, the fifth wind that gives us life, which is really the first wind,
the first wind of all life, and
the last wind.