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A Spiritual Wind Farm
For several years, my family and I have driven on I-65 all of the way through Indiana. It’s a straight north-south route where fields of corn and other crops are the most frequent scene out of the car windows. There is not a variety of elevation and yet with each trip I continue to be surprised by the view that greets us somewhere north of Lafayette.
In the midst of miles of flatlands, hundreds of wind turbines suddenly appear across the landscape, spinning their mighty white arms as far as you can see. They’re awe-inspiring. And while they appear to sprout from the ground like bleached sunflowers, I’ve learned that these are actually a part of two huge wind farms.
Several times, I have perched my camera just to capture the view. Flat. Flat. Flat. Wind. And every single time we approach, whoever is in the car begins to talk about what they see. It’s out of the ordinary and quite breathtaking. The turbines are giants and they always seem to be moving, waving as we breeze by. In fact, we’ve made a game out of counting the turbines that aren’t moving – it’s easier that way.
I’ve noticed that my own spiritual journey tends to follow this same pattern. Flat. Flat. Flat. Wind. When there isn’t something spinning, I tend to look past the wind. It’s there but I can’t see it. During those moments that God’s presence is more apparent, and my turbine catches the movement, I’m amazed. I can’t stop talking about what I see and what I feel.
The Fowler Ridge Wind Farm and its predecessor, the Benton County Wind Farm, serve as reminders to me that I should be seeking continual turbine-spinning; ways that energy is created through noticing and using the Spirit. Where can the wind, the Spirit and God’s presence, be felt today?
What is it that causes the great arms of your turbine to spin?
How are you using that wind to spread the challenge of the Gospel?
When times seem flat, how can you catch the Spirit?
- Posted at 11:53 a.m.
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