A woman named Alice talks about her nephew’s 10-year-old son who came for a visit one hot, July weekend. “Look, Alice,” he said as he ran over to where she was sitting. “I found a kite. Could we go outside and fly it?”
Glancing out a nearby window, Alice noticed there was not a breeze stirring. “I’m sorry” she said, “The wind is not blowing today. The kite won’t fly.”
The determined 10-year-old replied. “I think it’s windy enough. I can get it to fly,” he answered, as he hurried outside.
She went to the window to watch determination in action. Up and down the yard he ran, pulling the kite attached to a small length of string. The plastic kite, proudly displaying a picture of Batman, remained about shoulder level. He ran back and forth, as hard as his ten-year-old legs would carry him, looking back hopefully at the kite trailing behind.
After about ten minutes of unsuccessful determination, he came back in. Alice asked, “How did it go?”
“Fine,” he said, not wanting to admit defeat. “I got it to fly some.”
As he walked past her to return the kite to the closet shelf, she heard him say under his breath, “I guess I’ll have to wait for the wind.”
At that moment, she said, she heard another Voice speak to her heart. “Alice,” the voice said, “sometimes you are just like that. You want to do it your way instead of waiting for the ‘Wind’ – the “Wind of God.”
In Acts 1:4-8, before his ascension into heaven Jesus instructed his disciples to wait in Jerusalem until the Holy Spirit came upon them. The biblical word for Spirit, as you may know, is the same word for wind. The disciples were waiting for the wind – the wind of God.
In Acts 2 we read, “When the day of Pentecost came, they were all together in one place. Suddenly a sound like the blowing of a violent wind came from heaven and filled the whole house where they were sitting. They saw what seemed to be tongues of fire that separated and came to rest on each of them. All of them were filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak in other tongues as the Spirit enabled them.”
They waited on the wind . . . they waited on the Spirit . . . and a mighty wind it was . . . it blew so hard that the world has never again been the same.
This Sunday is Pentecost, the birthday of the church. The symbols of the Pentecost gift are wind and fire.
Every birthday is accompanied by a cake over which there is the ritual of wind and fire. But in the course of blowing out candles in your lifetime, have you ever missed one? Ever miscalculated the amount of wind needed to get it 100% right?
Veteran journalist Ross Gelbsan once attended an environmental conference discussing “The Limits of Growth.” The entire conference had a “doom-and-gloom” feel to it, as the projections of scientists and economists foresaw the end of the world as we know it based on population growth, the destruction of natural resources, etc.
Their conclusions were dire. The world would exhaust almost all its resources in about thirty years.
As Gelbsan absorbed all these dreadful predictions he noticed that one of the primary spokespersons for doom and gloom, environmental scientist Donella Meadows, was pregnant. Gelbson interpreted her pregnancy as a note of “personal hopefulness” amidst all this bad news.
When his article on this event was published, he used Meadows’ pregnancy as a call for optimism. Even when events appear unremittingly grim, pregnancy shows that there is still cause for hope in our children.
It was a wonderful article and a great image. Only one problem: Donella Meadows wasn’t pregnant.
Oops!!<n>Wrong!!!
Kathryn Schultz tells this story on her friend Ross Gelbson in her remarkable book Being Wrong. Schultz wants to convince her readers that “being wrong” is not something we can avoid, and it isn’t even something we should actively TRY to avoid. Schultz finds that our “wrongs” are sometimes the most creative, imaginative, extravagant, and courageous expressions of our humanity. “The capacity to err,” Schultz contends, “is crucial to human cognition.”
If Schultz is right about being wrong, then we in the church are in deep trouble. Increasingly, church people can’t see others as simply being wrong but evil.
Why must we always demonize the other side, whether inside the church or out in our world?
What can’t people just be wrong without being demonic or evil?
In fact, isn’t the ultimate in evil the notion that you’re always right and never wrong?









