To start this thing off, I’ll just post something I jotted down a while back. Could stand to be improved/expanded upon, but it will do for now.
We are used to seeing storms in a negative light, metaphors for bad times, trials and tribulations, etc. That’s ok. But I think there’s far more to be seen in them.
Raging storms can seem formidable, and they are in a way, but for one, they show God’s power. And awesomeness. Storm clouds block the light of the celestial bodies, and darkness becomes thick, but it is shattered in an instant- maybe for only an instant- with a single razor thin yet uncontainable lightning bolt that illuminates the expanse around it bright as day. It’s only for a moment though, gone in a flash (pun intended…how do you think we got that phrase?). And just when the darkness regroups and starts to block out not only the light of the stars and moon again but also the memory of what that flash from heaven looked like, another comes…and another…and another… Reminding us what there is to see. There’s never just one, just like there’s never just one star in the constellations . And just think, only lightning has sound effects to add to the effect too.
Oh, how dark is a city night where there is no sun, the stars blocked by the pollution of smoky artificial light, and even the moon obscured from plain view by the skyscrapers. May the lightning strike and make our so-called “power” go out so we can stop and watch real unbridled power divide the night sky into jagged pieces until the Sun appears with it’s mercy fresh every morning and melts them away.
Lightning, God’s fingernails scratching through the chaos painted skies, drawing our eyes, if but for a moment, to light bursting through the cracks.
“When darkness overtakes the godly, light will come bursting in.” Psalm 112:4a
“There is beauty in a storm.”-La Dispute
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