Yesterday was so windy that a flag outside blew nearly straight out, like the flag in the old moon landing photos. Watching it, I knew with certainty that the wind was blowing. In fact, I could tell it was blowing from the north east and was affecting everything it touched with the cold air it brought.
I speak of the wind as if I have seen it. Of course, I have not. You can never see wind. But I believe it is real. All the signs point to it, so I am willing to believe it exists--the movement of the flag, the unusual cold.
Noticing the signs of what we cannot see does not come naturally to me, but I have noticed how God's spirit affects this world. So, I am as certain of God's truth as I am of the wind that blows.
Not to break any metaphors here, but I hope to be God's flag, blowing in his wind, as a sign to anyone who sees me that he is right here with us.
Today, I will watch the invisible things move and affect the visible world.
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