Thunder: God’s way of telling you that you should have brought the washing in a bit earlier.
Lightning: God’s way of warning you that he’s about to send you a message that you should have brought the washing in a bit earlier.
Thunderbolts and lightning: God’s way of telling you to get ready to start singing about Galileo*.
There’s a little thunderstorm being hosted in the sky above our house at the moment (inconveniently interrupting my sermon preparation with a dash to get the washing in before it got drenched completely). I love thunderstorms. There is a magnificence and power that is unleashed which is inspiring. They are not to be trifled with: lightning strikes contain several hundred million volts of electricity.
Thunderstorms always bring to mind the phrase ‘the fear of the Lord’ from the Bible. Not because they scare me, but because they remind me that he is untameable, magnificent, powerful beyond my imagining. The ‘fear of God’ is not about being scared, but about recognising who He is and who were are in comparison.
If I am tempted to become too chummy and disrespectful with God the fear of God reminds me that he is the “Lord of lords and King of kings forever and ever” (cue Hallelujah chorus).
If I think that I can put him in a box marked ‘Sundays’ the fear of God reminds me that he is the Lord of eternity and time – all the days of my life are his.
If I think that sin doesn’t matter the fear of God reminds me that he takes it incredibly seriously – so much so that without Jesus it excludes us from his presence.
If I worry about things that may lie ahead of me the fear of God reminds me that if God is for me, whom shall I fear?
So, while the thunderstorm may have inconvenienced me, it has also put a healthy fear of God into me.
Be blessed, be a blessing.