The one who comes from above is above all. John 3:31
Across the street from my house is a wild canyon that is a symphony of sounds and a palette of beauty for the eyes in the Springtime. One of the most enjoyable sights is watching the red-tailed hawks soaring on the wind. Flying high and free, they glide far above our harried lives. Last week, while writing to my catechists about how to explain the Holy Spirit to seven and eight year olds, a hawk flew into my backyard and perched high in our star pine. I found myself thinking and then writing about why a bird (the dove, not the hawk of course) is often associated with such a great mystery. God is, after all, not tame. God is pure Spirit who can fly on the invisible air with unfettered freedom wherever and to whomever is receptive. Kids get this but somehow, in our sophistication, we adults often miss the wildness of God who continually tries to send us feathered messengers from above.