I've caught the wind.

I thought of a song the other day, one that I'd listened to endlessly as a teenager but had not thought about for many years.  Bob Dylan - the bard of our age - writing out in lyrics what my generation was feeling.  Catch the Wind was one such song.

In the chilly hours and minutes of uncertainty,
I want to be in the warm heart of your loving mind.
To feel you all around me,
And to take your hand along the sand,
Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind.

When sundown pales the sky,
I want to hide a while behind your smile,
And everywhere I look your eyes I find.
For me to love you now, would be the sweetest thing,
T'would make me sing,
Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind.

When rain has hung the leaves with tears,
I want you near, to kill my fears,
To help me to leave all my blues behind.
Standing in your heart is where I want to be
And long to be,
Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind.

Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind.

In those few lines he captured our angst, our loneliness, our desire to belong, our awareness that the life we had was not enough.

Our generation was bottle fed, mass produced, Dr. Spock raised, and together we were alone.

We rebelled against the Status Quo, plastic people, society, our parents religion, and 'the man'.

We burned our bras, experimented with endless substances, got naked, had sex unlimited, grew our hair, became hippies or flower children or joined a commune, sat in coffee shops all night debating the state of our world and trying to find answers for the cure.  All in an effort to find ourselves.
It was a legitimate cause, for we were lost.

In the end we've pretty much all joined society and become our parents in spite of our resolve to the contrary.  And still we find ourselves alone.

Some of us became Jesus Freaks though and began our search for meaning in the Truth with him.

Long long years later still searching many have settled, but a few of us have found what we're looking for.

I've caught the wind.

Jesus has led me through my life step by step towards himself with a deft hand and an understanding heart, lovingly and patiently until I finally found that I belong.  

I'm not alone.  

I am loved.

He sings me love songs.

I am on his mind and in his heart at all times, and he is mine as well.

He is not my parents' Jesus.

He is mine.  

A real person.  

A real God.  

A real lover and friend and husband and rescuer of my heart.