The Spirit is like the wind, earth’s oldest sojourner. Which in one place readies a sail, in another commands the trees to bow, in another gently lifts a bridal veil. Wind knows no perimeter. The wildest of all things, it travels to every corner of a corner less world and amplifies the atmosphere. It smells like honeysuckle, curry, smoke, and sea. To chase the wind is folly, they say, to try to tame it is the very definition of futility. “The wind blows wherever it pleases,” Jesus said. “You hear it’s sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from and where it’s going. So, it is with everyone born of the Spirit (John 3:8). We are born into a windy world, where the spirit is a steady breeze and as strong as a hurricane. There is no city, no village, no wilderness where you cannot find it, so pay attention.