As I took my dog for a walk last night the wind was softly blowing the clouds across an almost-full moon. I stood waiting for our business trip to conclude and was taken back to my teen years when a song was likely sung on an Easter Sunday sometime in the 70’s.
Before my dad was saved, my mom, sisters and I attended a Pentecostal church across town where I remember hearing this song for the first time. Last night the voices of that long ago choir were as fresh in mind as the breeze on my face.
The wind is blowin’ again, the wind is blowin’ again
Just like the day of Pentecost, the wind is blowin’ again
Verse:
There was a crowd gathered ’round from all over town
They came to see what it was all about
There was a sound that came down from the upper room
Where the Holy Ghost was being poured out
It sounded just like the roar of a mighty wind
As it fell on every one of them
And the wind that blew at Pentecost keeps blowin’ and blowin’ again
Chorus: The wind is blowin’ again, the wind is blowin’ again
Just like the day of Pentecost, the wind is blowin’ again
Verse:
The wind of God is blowin’ through the world today
Like the prophet Joel said it would do
For Peter said on the day of Pentecost
It’s for you and your children too
You better open up your heart and let the wind blow in
You’ll never, never, never be the same again
For the wind that blew at Pentecost keeps blowin’ and blowin’ again
Chorus: The wind is blowin’ again, the wind is blowin’ again
Just like the day of Pentecost, the wind is blowin’ again
As I walked back inside, I glanced up at the moon with the wind still blowing. It wasn’t a blood moon, but it did remind me of the very first Passover depicted in the Bible. I can’t help but wonder if the movie, “The Ten Commandments” was an adequate account of how that night happened. The blood was on some door posts as the Death Angel blew through Egypt. Those covered by the blood were saved. Those whose door posts were blood-less lost their first born.
After God gave up His firstborn and the resurrection of our Lamb of God, there is no longer a need for blood on the door. No further sacrifice is needed because Jesus was the substitute. And then seven weeks later another wind blew through the region. The Day of Pentecost. It occurred to me that when the original Passover happened, the Israelites were not in their home. They were slaves in another country. But, when the day of Pentecost came they were “all in one place” in the land they were promised. Signs and wonders released them from their captivity and then generations later, when the Spirit of God came down, miracles prepared them for a new journey. They began to understand each other’s language.
No animals sacrificed. No blood on the door. When the sun is dark and the moon is sacrificial red, all who call on HIS name shall be saved. The gospel is spread. Language is not a barrier.
Praise Him in the Highest! The resurrection wind is blowing again.
