Monday, January 16, 2012
"Let's Go Fly a Kite, Up to the Highest Height . . ."
"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."
It is a brisk and blustery day in March. The sun is shining and there isn't a cloud in the sky. What a spectacular day to play outside!
My brother, Bill, and I are running around with friends on the spacious field behind our apartments. That's when Dad appears in the doorway. With a big surprise . . .
"It's a kite!" I yell to Bill as both of us race full tilt down the hill to meet our father.
"What do you think of this?" He asks, holding up the brilliantly yellow kite with its flowing tail of white rags tied to the bottom.
"It's great! Can we fly it now?"
"What are all these things?" Asks Bill, pointing at the tail.
"These will give some weight to the kite," Dad explains. "The wind is so strong today, it would put the kite into a tailspin up there otherwise. Ready to give her a test flight?"
"Yes! Yes!" We shout, clapping our hands and jumping up and down.
"Okay, now, stand back so I can run the kite into the wind."
With that, Dad takes off. We watch in amazement as the kite soars upward, its paper crackling and snapping, its tail wiggling like a sidewinder.
Up! Up! Up!
Dad lets out more string. Then, more. Then, more.
Until our kite is nothing but a tiny speck of sunlight yellow in the azure heavens.
"I've never seen one go this high!" Dad exclaims jubilantly, his strong hands grasping the stick upon which the string is firmly tied.
"I can hardly see it!" I declare.
"It's way up there," says Bill. "Is it high enough to reach the moon?"
Dad laughs, "Afraid not. But, yes, it's way up there. It's going to take some time and patience to bring it down safely."
"Bring it down? But, you just got it up there!" I protest.
"Don't worry," he assures me. "I'll bring it back slowly. You'll have plenty of time to see it dancing in the wind."
And, so, we do.
Savoring every movement of the wondrous, yellow kite.
Will you soar like a kite on the wind of the Holy Spirit, letting Him take you, dancing, that much closer to Heaven?
Will you pray with me?
May we all be like the yellow kite, Father, floating, flying, frolicking on the wind of Your Holy Spirit. In Him, we feel Your presence and know Your divine will for us. Let us soar in the surety of Your gracious love for us. Amen.
Psalms 25 or 9, 15