Monday, March 9, 2026

They shall believe the wind shall not blow the children of men.

I just read J. M. Smith's recent series at the Orthosphere on apocalyptic literature: "Servants of the Saints of the Most High," "Apocalypse is Neither Cryptic History Nor Cryptic News," and "Myth is Cathartic and Not Cryptic."

The second post in the series discusses the meaning of the biblical phrase "son of man," which basically means a human being -- as opposed to, depending on the context, either a beast or a god. (Minor sync: I recently mentioned Beasts, Men and Gods by Ferdinand Ossendowski, in "To the Faithful Departed.") I discussed this myself in my 2020 post "The Messiah and Son of Man in Daniel," where I said it was just the singular of another familiar biblical expression: "the children of men."

Thinking about that dredged up a very old memory: My youngest sister, then a toddler, was sitting with an open Bible on her lap, pretending to read from it. She couldn't actually read at all at that age, so as she moved her finger along the lines of text, she ad-libbed something that I guess she thought sounded King-Jamesy:

They shall believe the wind shall not blow the children of men.

When I thought of that old improvised scripture, it seemed like it must be significant in some way -- out of the mouth of babes and sucklings, right? -- so much so that I might have ended up posting about it even without a synchronistic connection. I thought of this verse from Paul, which has all the right key words:

That we henceforth be no more children, tossed to and fro, and carried about with every wind of doctrine, by the sleight of men, and cunning craftiness, whereby they lie in wait to deceive (Eph. 4:14).

Later, I was tinkering with the layout of my Words blog, and scrolling down to check if the sidebar was displaying correctly, I noticed this post, consisting of "ancient words" received by Daymon, followed by his translation:

enlarasu sutherol, speri, spole

Then the Wind happened,
being by Wind blown, scattering as grist.

Note added: Here's another scripture, particularly relevant given the apocalyptic context:

And after these things I saw four angels standing on the four corners of the earth, holding the four winds of the earth, that the wind should not blow on the earth, nor on the sea, nor on any tree (Rev 7:1).

Second note added: Another amusing juxtaposition on the Synlogos feed:

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