Last night we watched a thunder storm.  Not just thunder — but lightning and rain and wind.

Wind that blew branches off trees.  Wind that twisted a neighbour’s newly planted tree almost 45 degrees.  Wind that blew over a lawn chair, eavetroughing and some bricks. 

We cannot see the wind.  We can certainly see the results.  We can harass the wind and transfer the power to electrical grids.  We can pressurize air and utilize it in pneumatic tools.  We can even stand in the wind and pretend to defy God.

But are we the authors of the wind?  Are we able to control the hurricane?

At best, we are observers.

And so, last night we took the time to stand and watch. 

And in the midst — God is who he is, let all the earth keep reverent silence.