Walking on the Wind

Writer Author  Jerry Lee Kay Sr.
Christian Article : Angels  - Fiction  No

Christian Author Writer Samuel took his flask of oil and anointed him, with his brothers standing around watching. The Spirit of GOD entered David like a rush of wind, God vitally empowering him for the rest of his life. 1 Samuel 16:13 msg.

Youth is not better than old age, nor is old age better than youth. Each has a glory of its own. Each has its handicaps and its temptations, each has its triumphs if they are in a well-ordered life.

In a moment of nostalgic longing an aged person may wish he were young again. He may try to emulate young people and start the vain search for the Fountain of Youth. Is it not sufficient that the old people are something? Is it necessary that they must be forever doing something? The glory of old age is different from that of youth...

A young man's strength draws people to him. Through the proper functioning of well-co-ordinated muscles he can run a race or wield an ax. He can respond almost intuitively to anything. 

The glory of an old man lies in another area. Old age is more than remembering happier days. Advancing years are a time for the thinking of interesting thoughts which have accumulated through the decades, and for an increased understanding of what
is happening in the present. Growing old has been likened to climbing a mountain, the view halfway up is better than the view from the base, and it steadily becomes finer as the horizon expands.

Once upon a time, which is to say at a time beyond time, or at a different kind of time altogether from the kind the clock measures, or at a time that is no time at all because it's without beginning and without end.

"Once upon a time," of course, is the beginning of a story and the Bible uses stories quite often. They don't always  or even often begin with, "Once upon a time," but they are stories nevertheless. The power of stories is legendary, but their value, their use, their vitality is often overlooked by modern people. Primitive people, however, know the value of such folk tales. Almost every primitive society has a collection of fascinating stories about the origin of the world, the first people on earth, how animals were created, the Flood. These stories, in a very real sense, somehow contain the very soul of that group as a people. Those cultures advance spiritually through the use of their stories. In like manner, the Bible is one vast tale of God's action in history and of his interaction with men and women over the centuries.

Once upon a time my friend John Wolf told me he believed the bible is the inspired word of God period! But in his Native American mind he thought that a better name for a full blood Christian is "Wind Walker" rather than the term "Born Again."
He said, that's a phrase we picked up from Nicodemus' misunderstanding of entering a second time into the mother's womb rather than Jesus' terminology "born from above" or "born of the Spirit." "No one can enter the kingdom of God without being born of water and wind - "Spirit."....From the water of my mothers womb I came, and now by way of the Wind I should go.

Science has taught us to ask the how questions. Our contemporary culture seems to be obsessed with the tangible, the explainable, and the measurable. And we are tempted to believe that the only reality is that which we can see and touch.  I thought many times over the years I should only prophesy to the wind, and to the wind only, for only the wind will listen.
And as the the wind cry's endlessly through the universe, time carries away the names and the deeds of the conquerors and overcomers alike. And all that we are, all that remains, is in the memories of those who cared we came this way for a brief moment. But Jesus calls us to a life of the spirit. It's a life lifted by the invisible power of the wind. Wind Walker speaks of being carried along by the wind of the Spirit of God. It is a lifestyle that is not bogged down with the hair splitting questions of what many fall into about what this or that meant thousands of years ago. Rather it is a life that soars among the clouds powered by the mystery of God, taught by Great Spirit. I am convinced, "from the water of my mothers womb I came, and now by way of the Wind I should go."  "The wind blows where it chooses, and you hear the sound of it, but you do not know where it comes from or where it goes." Wind Walkers have a life filled with mystery and the

Once upon a time, I heard someone sing a song that says, "I want Jesus to walk with me." It was fine until I heard Jesus sing His version. He sang "I want you to walk with me." So I offer this poem from my heart...."Walking on the Wind"

I heard Him whisper as He came from the mountain high, 'Come walk with Me',
I will teach you to walk upon the wind, in your heart I'll place the kingdom key.

I hear the soft voice of the wind, sweet as a kiss is the song He sings,
Soft as the dew is the touch of His Spirit, as he soars on mighty wings,
He sings and His songs are as the flow of a brook from eternal springs.

As we walked He gave me hope, took away my heart of stone
He gave me His Spirit heart, and now it has a Mind of His Own.

The wind came from the mountain and became my very best friend.
We have ascended to many great heights as I Walked upon the Wind.

Somewhere along the way, I learned to sing my songs to the Wind
He gave me beauty for ashes, this love for Him I won't rescind
I sing my songs to Him, for that's where my heart is eternally pinned. 

Temptation came and called my name, I'm no stranger to a storm,
my battle song is the wind set to music in beautiful sonata form.

We danced with the Lion in his den, defeated the Viper in his pit
not by my strength alone, but the power of wind and Holy Writ.

We've fought the demon sons of hell and defeated them at their gate,
the wind said, they can't prevail, as we stand firm they cannot dictate.

Sometimes called a son of thunder, known to be very thick-skinned
it comes only natural as one walks and talks with the dancing wind, 

We danced across the desert, and the valley of the shadow of death
that we'll be doing til the last horn..I am walking on Holy Spirit breath

Many are waiting still for His Kingdom to come, but you see my friend,
the kingdom is now, when you yield and learn to walk upon the wind!

Sometimes I send Him back to the mountain with a word from my heart,
tell my love the day will come at God's bidding we'll no longer be apart.

O' wind you go tell him for you know so well, oh you know so very well

The wind returns from the mountain and wakes me at the rise of dawn  
He whispered words of love, He said from your heart. He's not gone.

So I will walk with the wind, holding to God's strong unchanging hand, 
He is the certain you count on, by His Holy Spirit I know we will stand.

For you see, I sing to the wind my heart now has a mind of His own!

J. Lee Kay sr.

God Bless You


Jerry Lee Kay sr.

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