The Parable of the Man Who Measured Wind

Presupparables, Vol. 2

The Parable of the Man Who Measured Wind

There was a man in a bright blue coat who loved instruments.

He carried gauges and lenses, thermometers and compasses, and he was well-pleased with his tools. He spoke swiftly and smiled often, and wherever he went, people gathered to hear him talk about the wind.

He called himself the Windman.

With great ceremony he announced, “Behold! I have discovered that wind moves from high pressure to low! I have learned that it travels faster through narrow paths and slower over hills. I can measure it, graph it, predict it.”

And the people marveled, saying, “Surely this is a wise man.”

Now nearby stood an old tower, high upon a hill, from which the wind had long been observed. The builders of the tower had placed it there for the very purpose of watching the skies. And within the tower were scrolls—old, worn, but full of knowledge—given by the Architect who had shaped the land, fixed the stars, and summoned the wind by His voice.

But the Windman, seeing the tower, scoffed.

“These scrolls,” he said, “were written before barometers. They speak of a Windgiver, an Architect. But I have no need of myths. I can measure wind; therefore, it has no maker.”

Some in the crowd nodded. Others hesitated.

“But sir,” asked a boy, “from where does the wind come?”

The Windman replied, “From somewhere else. It always does.”

“And why does it obey patterns?”

“It just does.”

“And why does it matter?”

“Because I say so. Now hush, child, and marvel at my data.”

Then he unfurled a chart, waved his instruments, and declared, “All things are explainable by wind and time. There is no Architect, only air in motion. The tower is quaint. The scrolls are dust. The wind is mine to explain.”

And the people clapped, and some shouted, “Truth lives in the thermometer!”

But high above, a storm gathered.

The wind howled and swirled with a fury not seen in years. It tore the Windman’s charts from his hand, scattered his graphs across the fields, and bent his instruments until they cracked. Rain fell, and lightning struck the base of the hill, sending the crowd fleeing in confusion.

The boy returned to the tower.

There he found the Keeper, bent over a lamp, reading the scrolls.

“What does it say?” asked the boy.

“It says the wind blows where it wishes, and you hear its sound, but you do not know where it comes from or where it goes. So it is with all who are born of the Spirit.”

And the boy sat down beside him to listen.

Explanation:

The Windman is the modern naturalist—a smooth-talking educator who trusts in scientific observation while denying the very preconditions for that science. He claims to “measure wind” (i.e., understand the natural world) and from this infers autonomy, denying the Architect (God).

His folly lies in thinking that to measure something is to own it, or that because a law is observed, no Lawgiver exists.

He builds arguments with borrowed air.

The tower is the faithful tradition of divine revelation—the Word of God, transmitted by those who saw the storm and the stars and listened for meaning beyond the material. The boy is the hearer with ears to hear. The Keeper is the faithful servant of the truth—those who know that knowledge begins with the fear of the Lord.

This parable reminds us that science without God is wind without direction—useful in form, destructive in end.

He who has ears to hear, let him hear.