He stepped out of the cabin, and he had his tin cup filled with coffee. The eastern horizon was only beginning to show the light of morning.”
–Brad Dennison (Wandering Man)
Did yuh get blowed away? Guess not yur here in my kitchen ready to guzzle some coffee. Ol’ Bob Nolan had the wind a-howlin’ last Saturday, not I’m a-thinkin’ of that ol’ troubadour from Aspen, “The wind is the bearer of bad and good tidings, Weaver of darkness, bringer of dawn…” Yep, if’n it wasn’t for a few phrases at the beginnin’ of the song, the late John Denver described the wind fairly accurately.
Go ‘head, Pard, that coffee’s okay to drink, even if it came from California. Yep, middle granddaughter was thoughtful enough to bring me a bag of coffee from the once golden state when she visited a week ago. Always nice to be remembered, nicer still when they bring yuh back a present, and to top it off, even nicer when it’s coffee. So enjoy, and I hear yuh are, moanin’ as yuh swaller and yur gizzard sighs.
Sometimes I can get aggravated at myself. I had some important things I thought of durin’ the week that I was plannin’ on sharin’ this mornin’ with yuh, but my mercy, I done forgot them. Reckon, I’ll just speak a few more words about the wind. We had a good-un. It was a-howlin’, the trees were a swayin’ and bendin’ in the wind as it swooped down. But that is the way of the wind.
I was doin’ some thinkin’ and readin’ and the thought passed through my mind, fortunately some of it stuck and I remembered. Back home I remember those Chinook winds that would come through takin’ away all the freshly fallen snow. Within hours the snow was gone. That warm wind did its job and did it quickly. In the summertime I have seen the wind dry up the grass and my tomato plants. I remember the many times of drivin’ through Kansas. The wind was hot and would dry out the skin, almost feelin’ as if it were goin’ to blister it.
The thought of that hot wind makin’ yuh thirsty? Go ‘head, drink up, there’s plenty left in the pot. And as yur a-guzzlin’ I’ll continue on with my discourse. Remember, Pard, the wind is a symbol of the Holy Spirit. One aspect is that the wind does wither. He strips the land and dries up the brooks and streams. In other words, it would be like me cuttin’ off yur supply of coffee. Who would you depend upon then? One of the purposes of the Spirit is to dry up our selfish resources so that we have to depend more upon the Lord. It is the wind that blows away the chaff allowing the good grain to fall, and it is the wind of the Spirit that works in our life the same way. “The dark clouds will vanish…if you’ll saddle your worries to the wind…”. Pard, let that ol’ wind blow yur worries, the dark clouds, the turmoils of life away into the far horizon. Yep, ol’ Bob Nolan sure knew somethin’ ’bout the wind.
So think of that this week. Be lettin’ the wind do its work, just hold onto yur hat or it might get blown all over creation. Be safe, be alert, ride easy, and check yur cinch.
Vaya con Dios.