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Walking in the winds
When all the lipstick stains have dried
Smeared prayers across your lips
Yeah, now go and kiss the bride
We can only bless the time
And hope for gentle weather
And that the will to grow together
Just grows stronger in the wind.
– Danny Schmidt
I am fascinated with how God designed the human experience to be an echo of nature. In Minnesota we experience nature’s seasons in the extreme. Four months of gray, back-flexing cold create a hope and longing that murmurs in our Scandanavian souls. The resilient dirty snow makes its last stand in the corner of a Slumberland parking lot. Then at last….GREEN returns, and are spirits are renewed.
Life is seasonal. We pray for gentle weather but we must embrace the cold. The drought. The storm. Embrace it for the longing it induces. Humanity lusts after comfort and can be lured into monotony. I just don’t think God intended us to strive for flat-lining, Floridian existence. Godless comfort is empty comfort. As Augustine discovered: “You have made us for thyself and our hearts are restless until we find rest in thee.”
We know the winds will come. Seasons will change. All we can do is pray that they will draw us closer together and amplify our thirst for our Creator. – eric