There is a breeze blowing. I see it in the deep discontent that is being voiced with the threadbare state of the evangelical world, with its empty worship, its market-driven superficiality, and its trivial thought. It is a breeze blowing toward better, deeper, more honest things. I suspect that it is the Holy Spirit who is blowing, that this is his breeze, and that these leaves that are shaking are the signs of better things to come within an evangelical faith that is thus being reformed. Let us all pray that it is so!
David F. Wells
And so we stood together like that, at the top of that field for what seemed like ages, not saying anything, just holding each other, while the wind kept blowing and blowing at us, tugging our clothes, and for a moment, it seemed like we were holding onto each other because that was the only way to stop us from being swept away into the night.
I read recently in an article by G.K. Chesterton, that sex without gestation and parturition is like blowing the trumpets and waving the flags without doing any of the fighting. From a woman such words, though displaying inexperience, might come with dignity; from a man they are an unforgivable, intolerable insult. What is man's part in sex but a perpetual waving of flags and blowing of trumpets and avoidance of the fighting?
Dying was nothing and he had no picture of it nor fear of it in his mind. But living was a field of grain blowing in the wind on the side of a hill. Living was a hawk in the sky. Living was an earthen jar of water in the dust of the threshing with the grain flailed out and the chaff blowing. Living was a horse between your legs and a carbine under one leg and a hill and a valley and a stream with trees along it and the far side of the valley and the hills beyond.
The wind is blowing; those vessels whose sails are unfurled catch it, and go forward on their way, but those which have their sails furled do not catch the wind. Is that the fault of the wind? Is it the fault of the merciful Father, whose wind of mercy is blowing without ceasing, day and night, whose mercy knows no decay, is it His fault that some of us are happy and some unhappy? We make our own destiny. His sun shines for the weak as well as for the strong. His wind blows for saint and sinner alike. He is the Lord of all, the Father of all, merciful, and impartial.
I'M LIGHTER THAN AL, TRYING TO SMOKE MYSELF INTO ANOTHER DIMENSION PLEASE LIGHT UP THAT THERE, CAUSE I REALLY NEED TO CALM MY NERVES I BE TRIPPING THAT'S WHY I GOTTA STAY SMOKING, BUT TO KEEPING MY BALANCE IS REALLY A CHALLENGE AND I'M VIOLENTLY CHOKING, HIT THE COAT DROP 85 MO' WHEN I SAY FATTER THAN A FAT PACK MAYBE THAT WOULD BE R-A TO THE N-K, EVERYDAY ALL DAY STIMULATING MY MIND, GUERILLA MAAB ONE DEEP AND I'M ONE OF A KIND YOU BETTER NOT TRY TO CRUSH THAT LOVE, BETTER PASS IF YOU WANNA LIVE PUFF-PUFF GIVE ON THE COOL I'M STUCK IN MY BUZZ, I COULD POKE ON GOLDS WITH RED HAIR PUNK CAUSE I'M BLOWING KILL EVEN IF I'M ON PAPER FOR PULLING A CAPER, I GOTTA BE BLOWING STILL AND YOU KNOW IT'S REAL, BURNING KILL WITH A WET TOWEL UP UNDER THE DO', BUT THAT THERE AIN'T ENOUGH TO STOP THE DO-DO AND LIKE THE PO-YO I'M ABOUT TO REP THE LOGO, SMOKE ON IN A TINTED OUT FO' DO'