*Before the Wind Comes*, we practice emptying.
Paul is in prison. He shouldn’t be writing a letter full of joy—and yet. Philippians opens with gratitude so stubborn it feels almost defiant, and by chapter two it breaks into song: the oldest poem in the Christian tradition, the one that says God chose to become small. To let go of everything. To make room.
One week before Pentecost, we sit with the posture that makes space for the Spirit.