Worship in a Lightning Storm

[ronscarpa]

Worship in a Lightning Storm

A WORD for Saturday, 4 October 2014

“For as the lightning flashes and lights up the sky from one side to the other, so will the Son of Man be in his day.” (Luke 17:24)

I was flying at night from Chicago to Minneapolis, almost alone on the plane. The pilot announced that there was a thunderstorm over Lake Michigan and into Wisconsin. He would skirt it to the west to avoid turbulence.

As I sat there staring out into the total blackness, suddenly the whole sky was brilliant with light, and a cavern of white clouds fell away four miles beneath the plane and then vanished.

A second later, a mammoth white tunnel of light exploded from north to south across the horizon, and again vanished into blackness. Soon the lightning was almost constant, and volcanoes of light burst up out of cloud ravines and from behind distant white mountains.

I sat there shaking my head almost in unbelief. O Lord, if these are but the sparks from the sharpening of your sword, what will be the day of your appearing! And I remembered the words of Christ: “As the lightning flashes and lights up the sky from one side to the other, so will the Son of Man be in his day.” (Luke 17:24)

Even now as I recollect that sight, the word glory is full of feeling for me. I thank God that again and again he has awakened my heart to desire him, to see him, and to sit down to the feast of Christian Hedonism and worship the King of Glory. The banquet hall is very large.
 

[RodandStaff]

I know a lot of folks admire and enjoy nature...but when you realize it was all created for our enjoyment just to point us to the Creator then it makes it all the more enjoyable. I have always enjoyed thunderstorms and lightening storms...as well as just looking up at the stars...so much space and yet our Heavenly Father didn't even strain to make it...and the thing that blows my mind...he cares for us!!! "Mind blown"!!!

Sandfly Ron!!!

Edited October 5, 2014 by RodandStaff

[EagleEye]

For all my brethren but especially those who fly:

 

Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844–89).  Poems.  1918.   7. God’s Grandeur  
  THE WORLD is charged with the grandeur of God.   It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;   It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod? Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;         5   And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;   And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.   And for all this, nature is never spent;   There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;         10 And though the last lights off the black West went   Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs— Because the Holy Ghost over the bent   World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

[ronscarpa]

Thanks Eagle Eye (+1) Blessings Brother...!