The wind blows wherever it wishes; you hear the sound it makes but you do not know where it comes from or where it is going. It is like that with everyone who is born of the Spirit. John 2: 8
Breathe in Christ with every breath.
Antony of Egypt
Long years ago across the western water
Winds brought to this our shore
One glorious within, a king’s own daughter
To teach our land Christ’s law.
Cornish hymn for St. Buryan (who landed near St. Ives with Piran)
Blessed be the wind
Without wind most of the earth would be uninhabitable
The tropics would grow so unbearably hot.
Once when Columba was at sea a great storm, with gusts of wind blowing from all sides, arose and his boat was buffeted by great waves. Columba tried to help the sailors bail out the water that came into the boat, but they said to him: ‘Your doing this does little to help us in this danger. You would do better to pray for us as we perish’. Columba stopped bailing water, and began to pour out prayers aloud to God. Marvellous to relate, as soon as he stood up in the prow and raised his hands to God the wind ceased and the sea stilled. The crew were amazed and gave glory to God.
Wind, wind blow on me
Blow away the cobwebs that clog the spirit
Blow up the suffocating airs of unbelief
Blow near the things that are pure and good
Blow through me the breath of God’s presence
Blow me along the path of your choice