It was a still, hot day. The cicadas were singing their midday chorus under a bright blue sky and there wasn’t even a breath of wind to disturb the highest of the cypress trees.
I was driving back along the edge of town, the dashboard thermometer was touching 44 degrees and, apart from my car, it felt as if not a thing was moving for miles.
And then I saw this…
A tiny whirlwind, only about a metre across, moving across the field next to me and picking up every blade of straw twirling it around and laying it down in a different place. Even in a sea of stillness, this whirling concentration of energy was completely rearranging the way things were.
You might be like me. I’ve got this little bit of longing in my heart to see revival – to witness the Holy Spirit on the move in my nation, in my community, in my family. And that would of course be amazing and wonderful. I’ve spent some time on the carpet in times of renewal, loving soaking in his presence and in awe of what God can do in his church.
But the reality is that life isn’t always like that.
There are sometimes days of heat and stillness and cicadas.
It can even seem as though God isn’t moving in the world we live in or in the lives of those around us.
But here’s the thing. Even on days of utter stillness, a tiny whirlwind can move through a place and pick up every stick, every piece of grass and chaff, and put it all down in new order.
Even in a season that looks still, God can cause a revolution in someone’s heart. Even when it looks like he’s not doing anything he can burst into a situation and pick up every piece and put it back into a new place. Even in a place that looks like it there is no hope, he can come in with the power that raised Jesus from the dead, whirl everything up and make it entirely new.
Such is the power of our God.