In my aloneness, I feel the wind. It has consciousness, it has breath. And it speaks.

"He compared grace to the gentle, cool breeze that was blowing about them. They couldn?t see where it came from or where it went, but it was real, and it was refreshing. So also with grace. One cannot see it, but it was real and it was a new life. A man would know that he was receiving it, because it would be given to him by means of an outward sign. 'Unless a man be born again of water and the spirit, he cannot enter the kingdom of God.'" (Rev. James E. Sullivan)