My mom loved the wind. On a winter day, the chinook
winds would rattle the panes of the windows in our big two story Dawson Creek
house, set on a rise next to a big field at the edge of town. The wind would
drive the snow across the field, creating massive snowdrifts that would block
our driveway and the street that curved around our house. “I love the wind,” she would say. “Maybe it’s
from growing up on the prairies. But on a day like today, I feel like I could
take on the world. I feel like I could do anything.”
Usually, I hate the wind. It unnerves me. I hate how
it blows the leaves off the trees in autumn, just when they are at their peak
of loveliness. I don’t care for the drifting snow that makes winter driving
dangerous and creates bitter wind chills that make my daily walk painful and
unpleasant.The spring wind that desiccates vegetation
and fuels wildfires jangles my nerves. It reminds me of how powerless I am against the forces of nature. It frightens me.
Strong winds often come when there is a change in
weather. Maybe it is really change that I don’t like.
Today as I walked the trails near my house, the
winds were kicking up. The dry grasses rattled and the fallen leaves whipped
by. The dog put her nose up to the wind, embracing the new scents the wind blew
by. I too breathed deeply. The air smelled of fallen leaves and pungent
cranberries. With the wind came a reminder of the change in the seasons and with
that, the reminder of change in the seasons of my life. I have embraced every
change that has come in my life so far but I’ll admit it. I don’t like
the current changes. I don’t like those winds that have blown my kids away. The winds that have taken my parents. Those winds unnerve me. And today in particular with the news from Parliament Hill, the winds of change in our nation were unsettling.
But the wind also reminded me of the following hymn written by the Quaker teacher, Jessie Adams:
I feel the winds of God today; today my sail I lift,
Though heavy, oft with drenching spray, and torn with many a rift;
If hope but light the water’s crest, and Christ my bark will use,
I’ll seek the seas at His behest, and brave another cruise.
Though heavy, oft with drenching spray, and torn with many a rift;
If hope but light the water’s crest, and Christ my bark will use,
I’ll seek the seas at His behest, and brave another cruise.
It is the wind of God that dries my vain regretful
tears,
Until with braver thoughts shall rise the purer, brighter years;
If cast on shores of selfish ease or pleasure I should be;
Lord, let me feel Thy freshening breeze, and I’ll put back to sea.
Until with braver thoughts shall rise the purer, brighter years;
If cast on shores of selfish ease or pleasure I should be;
Lord, let me feel Thy freshening breeze, and I’ll put back to sea.
If ever I forget Thy love and how that
love was shown,
Lift high the blood red flag above; it bears Thy name alone.
Great pilot of my onward way, Thou wilt not let me drift;
I feel the winds of God today, today my sail I lift.
Lift high the blood red flag above; it bears Thy name alone.
Great pilot of my onward way, Thou wilt not let me drift;
I feel the winds of God today, today my sail I lift.
Music by Ralph Vaughn Williams
Larry Ellis
The winds of God. Not just the powerful destructive winds of nature. But also the freshening life affirming winds that lift our wings and give us flight. The winds my mother felt. The winds of hope that let us take on the world.
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