The blinds on the windows are closed today, Nothing much to look at. Just gray skies. A bit of rain. Downright gloomy, you might say.
But I just heard those birds chirping. Seems they decided to sing anyway, to act like it’s spring even when it doesn’t look or feel like it.
And it makes me curious. So I peek out, searching in vain for the winged creatures that defy gravity and, at least on this day, common sense.
I cannot see them, but the sound of them lets me know that all is well.
And I imagine the days following Jesus’ ascension into heaven when His followers were waiting behind closed doors, windows shut tight, hearts clinging to invisible hope.
Suddenly, the promised Comforter, The Holy Ghost, God’s Spirit, came upon them, overwhelming their dark with the light of a new day.
But they did not see Him. The first sign of His presence was a sound. The sound of “a mighty rushing wind.”
And the first sign of our faith is the sound of our praise, the songs we sing to God even on dark days.
Listen. Jesus is speaking. His promise still whispers from the holy pages.
“Blessed are they who have not seen and yet have believed.” John 20:29
Blessed are those who put their trust in God, who hope in things unseen, even when it makes no human sense.
Blessed are the believing.
The sun is beginning to drip from the cloud-soaked sky. Can you hear it?
It is the sound of gloom lifting and doubt falling, making way for spring, the joy of a new day dawning.
“And suddenly there came a sound from heaven as of a rushing mighty wind, and it filled all the house where they were sitting.” Acts 2:2
When life makes it difficult to see you,
let us hear you. May we be assured that you are
bringing something beautiful our way, even
when it doesn’t look or feel like it.
A new day is about to dawn.
Help us to believe.