A man named Johnny Dean recalled this:  I remember growing up in the South, in "cotton country," in the summer, before air conditioning became something almost every home had. Several of those summers I spent working on my uncle's cotton farm, down in the Mississippi delta, just outside of my birthplace, Cleveland, Mississippi. It was hot work, hard work, bringing in a cotton crop. It still is, but technology has made it a lot easier than it was back then.

When the crop had been tended for another day, the weeds chopped from between the cotton plants, in the evening everyone would gather on the front porch. We would rock and talk and laugh in a futile attempt to escape the ever-present heat and humidity. And sometimes, on a really good day, the leaves of the trees would begin to rustle. And the conversation would die down, and everyone would just sit back and enjoy the summer breeze, the gift of the breeze. We didn't know where it came from. We didn't know where it was going. But we knew it was there, because we could feel it.

In these days following Pentecost, I'd love for you to do the same ... feel the movement of the wind ... the spirit ... the breath of God.  It's all around us!  And amid all the commotion, the troubles, the difficulties of everyday life ... it gives us reason to sit back and say "AHHHH!, God is with us ... and God is good!" 

 Rev. Glen Schoeneberg, Sr. Pastor