My family is fond of wind storms, not hurricanes or other destructive forces, just a good honest-to-goodness shaking of trees kind of storm. A little window rattling, a good downpour to accompany it, that’s what we like. When we feel it coming, we open a few windows and let the wind whistle through the house. It cleans the air and leaves a fresh woodsy smell.
Before Jesus ascended to heaven he told his followers to wait for the Holy Spirit. One hundred and twenty Jesus-followers met daily in a second-storey apartment. Fifty days after the resurrection, on a special Jewish holiday, the Day of Pentecost, a sound came from above “like the rushing of a violent tempest blast and it filled the whole house in which they were sitting.”
What followed was nothing less than astonishing. Flames of fire appeared – in normal circumstances, a strong wind would snuff out fire, but not that day. Wind blew, sparks spread about the room and settled over the heads of each person. This extraordinary wind, a holy wind, flushed out the old and ushered in a new era.
These ordinary people, fishermen, weavers, traders, men, women and children, mostly uneducated, simultaneously spoke in foreign languages. They spoke about the wonders of Jesus. Jews from many countries had gathered in Jerusalem for the holiday and they each heard the Savior’s story in their own language. (You can read about this in Acts 2.)
Oh that we Christians would welcome the winds of the Holy Spirit, that we would open the windows of our hearts and allow Him to clean our souls and fill us with the fresh scent of Jesus.
Oh Lord, hear my prayer today for myself, my family, my friends, my church and all who claim you as Savior, unleash the winds of your Spirit in our lives.