Embodying Spirit

The Bible figures the Spirit as breath, wind, smoke, and flame. He blows where he will, circulates invisibly, flickers like glory. You can hear his voice, but you can’t determine where he came from or where he’s going. You can no more grasp or control the ethereal Spirit than you can mold the mist. Just so, at Pentecost, he arrives as a rushing, mighty wind and ignites tongues of fire on the heads of the assembled disciples. It seems one could almost be forgiven for mistaking the Spirit for an airy nothing.