"Rushing wind blow through this temple, blowing out the dust within. Come and breathe your breath upon me, I've been born again." The lyrics of Keith Green's song has been my cry on a regular basis. At times, my life has resembled anything but a temple, especially one that represents God. I need God's Holy Spirit to get out the industrial strength leaf blower and go to work. My heart and my mind could use a good cleaning now and then.
I've seen the power of wind in action. I've enjoyed the constant breeze as I sailed across a lake. I've pulled 2 clubs more than I normally use to clear the water and hit the green into the wind. I've been amazed at the rows of energy producing windmills spinning in tandem. I've experienced the cooling refreshment of the wind as it gently blows across my face on a hot summer's day. I've also run for cover as a threatening tornado approaches and then witnessed the aftermath of its destructive path.
Wind, breath, spirit, they are all virtually the same word. It surrounds us, flows through us, filling up our lungs, bringing the necessary oxygen that gives life to our body. When God created man, the Bible says that He formed man out of the dust of the earth, breathed the breath of life into his nostrils, and man became a living soul. Before Jesus ascended into the heaven, the Gospels say that Jesus breathed on them to receive the Holy Spirit. It's God's breath that gives life, physical life and spiritual life. Without that breath, we're dead.
I've noted that I find myself sometimes gasping for breath. My chest feels heavy. My mind is fuzzy. I'm winded. It's those times I've realized that I'm doing life on my own, that I've neglected God's truth or God, Himself. When I come back or come to my senses and trust Him, I rediscover the breath of God's spirit. How essential it is to breathe into my lungs the rich oxygen of God. My life is renewed. My heart rate slows to a relaxed beat. My mind clears. My demeanor/mood cools.
God, I want to breath in your spirit. I want to feel your presence filling my lungs with each breath. I need your cleansing, refreshing power to blow into my life. God, I want to wake each morning and draw in your spirit and exhale my tension, frustration, dilemmas and stress. Fill my lungs, mind, soul, being each day, each moment, each breath.
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