One of the joys of growing up was the month of March. It was the month when the wind would blow furiously, and all the children in the neighborhood  would get kites. We lived next door to a family with eight children, and they would share one kite. I would have a kite but somehow I could never get my kite to fly. One of the boys next door, Pat, would always help me with my kite. Somehow, he could make the kite soar in the air so high until sometimes we could barely see it. It always puzzled me that my kite seemed to be a different kite when Pat was flying it.

This gave me pause as I thought about our existence as human beings in a complicated world. We go about our lives trying to untangle the mystery of relationships and parenting and work and disease and aging and security. Often, we realize that even after we have poured all the knowledge and energy and zeal into our lives, they remain flat. Like the kite, we are unable to get off the ground.

Then we catch a wind. The wind of the Holy Spirt opens our eyes and shows us how we can be lifted from doubt and despair and soar to heights unimaginable. The Holy Spirit empowers us to fly over and see the suffering and famine experienced by our brothers and sisters. But, flying over and seeing is only the beginning. We are summoned by the Holy Spirit to stop by and give ear to the concerns of the oppressed, and to extend the hand of love and peace to those who are suffering. This wind, this Spirit, is not confined to place or time. The Spirit has been given to us for all time. Our kites can be forever lifted, and our joy in the Christ who sent the Holy Spirit can be made complete.

So, get your kites ready. Bring plenty of string, and let’s fly with the Spirt to wherever it leads.

Rev. Dorothy “Dot” Killian
Interim Pastor