Nightly images of homes torn apart with memories strew across farmlands and neighborhoods tell us that tornado season has begun. These monstrous tails that descend skies that had only a few minutes before had been clear, amaze us with their power and unpredictability.
The second chapter of the Acts of the Apostles begins with the sound of a violent wind that filled the whole house where the disciples had sat. Within a few verses these devout men had been driven from their seats and out into the marketplace, alarmed and amazed by the power and unpredictability of the Holy Spirit.
While Luke described the Holy Spirit as power and fire, John described it as a counselor, one who comes alongside in difficult times, an advocate. This is how I most frequently experience the Holy Spirit; a serendipitous nudge to action with just the right word at just the right time.
But while a tornado rips and tears things apart, scattering homes and memories across miles, the Holy Spirit pushes us together, binding us into one body, the Church. So that together we might accomplish great tasks, together we might build the body of Christ.