I've always loved a good thunder and lightning storm. The kind that lights up a room and rattles window panes. We don't get too many of those here in Northwest Oregon. Maybe one or two good ones a year. Otherwise, it's just a half hearted rumble on a sultry evening, or just a quick bolt or two that might be mistaken for a camera flash if you weren't paying attention.
But that's not what I long for. On those muggy, hot summer evenings late in the summer, I long for a blue sky slowly being overtaken by big, billowing grey clouds. A million volts of electricity ,eager to escape, is contained in the puffy black carpet that seemingly pushes them along. I'll watch intently for the first good flashes as they pick up tempo. The wait between light and sound shortens, and the storm builds.
Flash-BOOM!!! "whoa, that was close" I exclaim to myself. I take cover under the porch. Not quite intimidated enough to seek shelter indoors. But I do have enough respect to not want to become a human lightning rod.
Fla-BOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!-sh.... Sound and light are one in the same. The deafening rumble rattles my entrails and I'm temporarily blinded. I don't even have time to vocalize my fear as I instinctively make for the door. The giant fir tree across the street bears a new spiral shaped scar and it's crown is smoking. Its one of those "near-misses" of nature that get the adrenaline pumping. "Now that's what I was waiting for!" I squeal.
I love electrical storms because they are so unlike any other event you can witness in nature. A massive, overwhelming display of power--- that speaks! Kind of like God, I guess. A physical reminder to me of His power and authority. Sometimes I need a lightning bolt to rattle me into submission. Sometimes I'm left with a smoldering scar that changes how I sway in the wind forever.
His lightnings enlightened the world: the earth saw, and trembled.
Psalms 97:4
But that's not what I long for. On those muggy, hot summer evenings late in the summer, I long for a blue sky slowly being overtaken by big, billowing grey clouds. A million volts of electricity ,eager to escape, is contained in the puffy black carpet that seemingly pushes them along. I'll watch intently for the first good flashes as they pick up tempo. The wait between light and sound shortens, and the storm builds.
Flash-BOOM!!! "whoa, that was close" I exclaim to myself. I take cover under the porch. Not quite intimidated enough to seek shelter indoors. But I do have enough respect to not want to become a human lightning rod.
Fla-BOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!-sh.... Sound and light are one in the same. The deafening rumble rattles my entrails and I'm temporarily blinded. I don't even have time to vocalize my fear as I instinctively make for the door. The giant fir tree across the street bears a new spiral shaped scar and it's crown is smoking. Its one of those "near-misses" of nature that get the adrenaline pumping. "Now that's what I was waiting for!" I squeal.
I love electrical storms because they are so unlike any other event you can witness in nature. A massive, overwhelming display of power--- that speaks! Kind of like God, I guess. A physical reminder to me of His power and authority. Sometimes I need a lightning bolt to rattle me into submission. Sometimes I'm left with a smoldering scar that changes how I sway in the wind forever.
His lightnings enlightened the world: the earth saw, and trembled.
Psalms 97:4