Colorado Storms - instructive for me
Then it happens. About 3 in the afternoon you see the first flash of lightening, as you’re working at your desk. You count to 9 before you hear a distant roll of thunder. But you can see the storm moving – east – towards you. The next flash brings a count of 7 before thunder. Then there’s wind. Then it’s 3. Then there’s hail and a flash hits the peak, whose top is less than 100 meters from your window and POW!! There’s a loud crack and you can feel the electricity in the air, as the hail pelts the rooftop of your cabin.
Perhaps nowhere does the phrase ‘storm clouds gathering’ have more poignant meaning for me than in this room, on this mountain, in this grand state of
Yet this storm is tiny in comparison to the one that’s coming as the clouds around us convene: Our national debt rages recklessly out of control, as does our consumer debt and a commensurate rise in foreclosures. The gap between the rich and poor grows insanely large, fomenting discontent among the ‘have nots’. The environmental challenges of our consumerist ways threaten the ecosystem that God has provided as the source of our many blessings. Similar clouds are gathering in
What’s needed in a time of storm is a place of safety. Whether or storms are national or personal, economic or emotional, the promise is the same. God desires to be that place of safety. While we can’t know all mysteries related to ‘why’ things are as they are, we can know WHERE to find safety – not promises of immunity, but safety in the midst of storms – the opportunity to be a voice of love, hope, mercy, and celebration even in the darkest hour. Bonhoeffer lived it in the midst of
As the storm clouds gather around us, I ask myself whether our little flock, and whether you and I, will be able to be voices of hope, and places of safety when storms unleash. Habakkuk said it thusly:
Though the fig tree should not blossom
And there be no fruit on the vines;
Though the yield of the olive should fail
And the fields produce no food,
Though the flock should be cut off from the fold
And there be no cattle in the stalls,
Yet I will exalt in the Lord,
I will rejoice in the God of my salvation.
The Lord God is my strength
And He has made my feet like hids’ feet,
And makes me walk on my high places…
I hope you’re seeking shelter, through time in fellowship, prayer, enjoyment of creation, the cultivation of simplicity, and a genuine enjoyment of Christ – and seeking to be shelter for others too, in these exciting, stormy days.