May 1, 2013
Excerpt from Job 37:1–13
Job 37: 2 "Listen, listen to the thunder of his voice, the rumbling that comes from his mouth. Under the whole heaven he lets it loose, and his lightning to the corners of the earth."
Every year, it seemed, sometime during the week of Summer Family Camp there was a thunderstorm. Before the storm, it was strangely still. Still and heavy, as if some invisible weight pressed down on us. In the late afternoon the wind would start, gusting up out of the south. White caps soon spiked the lake's once placid waters. The sky darkened into swirling shades of gray, black and blue. Suddenly, a crack of thunder, then another, and then a rolling rumble. Lightening ignited in the heavens.
And we, happy campers, did nothing. Nothing but watch, watch and wonder. Mostly silent we beheld the spectacle of a summer storm from the deck of the lodge or a cabin porch. What was so powerful about this annual array of thunder and lightning? Why did it so often feel as if it were a kind of worship service? The desert father, Gregory of Nyssa, wrote, "Concepts create idols; only wonder comprehends anything." Wordless in wonder, we heard. "Hear this, O Job; stop and consider the wondrous works of God." The storm stilled us and stopped us. The storm said, "Be still and know that I am God." Only wonder comprehends anything.
Holy One, I thank you for summer storms and every gift or sign that reminds me that there is a God and it's not me. Amen.
Ms. Christina Villa
Director of Publishing
700 Prospect Ave.