The geese are flying today - great swathes of birds cuts across the sky in their v formations. The facts I gleaned about them during research for my Pentecost sermon come in useful as I walk the children to school. I mention the thing about them being a symbol for the Holy Spirit - they have already comforted me on this grey, rainy morning, reminding me that God's colors are never far away and God's Spirit is always dancing and swaying and cutting through my life.
But like the geese, the Holy Spirit is not tame. The symbol is not a bread fed, careful goose - but a wild goose - a goose which does not heed telling. Neither does God, God does not heed our telling. So as much as we might want, at this season, to curl up with the benign image of Christmas and warmth and care when we look up as we step outside we might be reminded that God's plans are often a little less predictable.
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