‘Does the word kite mean anything to you?’ I almost dropped the phone. I had been researching power kites for the past month, wondering about giving it a try as a new hobby. There is something about the feeling of flying, floating over the ground, that holds a deep resonance for me. I had given up the search a few days beforehand because I couldn’t find a kite at the right price.
The text came out of the blue from a friend who lives 100 miles away. He knew nothing of what I had been thinking about. He couldn’t understand it either. He had been walking through a supermarket when, randomly, I came to mind along with the word ‘kite’. It made such a powerful and unexpected impression on him that he took the unusual step of texting it to me.
I went to visit that friend this weekend and told him what I had been doing over the past month. He looked amazed. ‘Weird’. As we talked about it, musing on what it could mean, what God’s message might be behind the message, he played a new CD on he had just bought in the same supermarket. Words rang out, ‘I felt his hand today, across my shoulder, I kneeled down to pray.’
It felt like God was reaching out, saying something towards me in that moment. I remembered John’s gospel in the New Testament, how God does strange things, miracles, as ‘signs’ that point towards something that lie beyond themselves, towards the Someone that lies beyond our current horizons. Was more than an odd coincidence, was this God, and if so what was he saying?
Later that evening, I contacted another friend who had first inspired me with the power kite idea. I told him about the strange text message and how I used to have a recurring dream of flying. It felt so free. As I did so, I became aware of how I had said used to. This friend reflected back. ‘Sounds like God may be calling you to enter his freedom in the present tense..?’
Those words inspired me, created a shift in my awareness, ignited a desire to know God afresh. I went to visit a power kite club the next morning to learn more, to try it out, to see what creative insight might emerge in the act of doing it. There was no kiting, however, because there was no wind. Could this be a message from God...he wants me to fly, but by the power of his Spirit?
I don’t know. I don't know what it means, but I do want to be open to my assumptions about God, about reality, about my own life being tested. I want to be open to hear Him in the quiet, the normal, the strange and the unexpected. I want to be open to step out in the faith He calls me to. Perhaps that’s the real meaning behind the ‘kite’, a call to a leap of faith, a call to learn to fly.