Strike me down…

The expansive valley floor trembles. Every shaking explosive strike up on the earth deafen ear drums and blinds the eyes. Sparsely decorated with trees, brush, and patches of forest, bright flashes illuminate my surroundings, as if it was high noon. A time of day that I am not too familiar with due to my night living and work schedule.

Three in the morning, I’m standing out side, in the middle of a remarkable storm. A mid west exclusive. The everlasting threatening sky circles above my head. A dear friend showed me a picture of a lightning bolt. She took this picture amazingly enough with her phone! Near the town’s college campus, a picture of a bright electric bolt commanding the earth, caught in the brief moment with her iphone. At the moment, I was attempting to do the same and failing miserably. After about thirty frames of pure darkness, I put the phone back in my pocket and enjoyed the show.

Clouds attempting to hide the dancing flashes bellowing and growling. The reminder of God’s wonder and marvel rush to my heart. Something so remarkable as a storm, a time when we would hide indoors can be a wonderful gift!

A thunderous crash and a bright light erupt south of my standing point. My hair stands up on my arms and my heart begins to race. My body is telling me to run inside and enjoy from the window. I don’t move. I don’t run. I refuse to miss this moment of living. Life is too fragile to miss standing in God’s world.

Then I am reminded of the police officer who was struck in the head with lightning while directing traffic on the streets of Joplin. This was shortly after the tornado that changed SWMO. God’s wonder can also be his utilization to take you back home. Like dying in an avalanche in winter climb. Or drowning in the ocean while examining an underwater world.

Existence. We are traveling vessels flying briefly in our Lord’s channels. Made up of tiny reverberations, braced with arbitrarily disappearing atoms. Pumps and tubes and gases and exchanges and…

With so much grace and beauty to explore we continue (especially me) to take our lives for granted. Instead of attempting to enjoy my time in the storm, I was becoming frustrated with my phone. While tinkering with my techno wonder, I was missing the true beauty in front of me. God wanted to deliver me peace in a wild moment.

With this beauty, it could have been my end, like every ticking second. An end with a flash of light. My courses direction could change at any minute.

“Pray also for me, that whenever I open my mouth, words may be given me so that I will fearlessly make known the mystery of the gospel, for which I am an ambassador in chains. Pray that I may declare it fearlessly, as I should.” Ephesians 6:22

Photo courtesy of KW. “storm about 0145 on 5/29/12. taken from top of park n ride”