I hear the rain against my window, slow at first and tentative, like a bird tapping on the glass, seeking entry. Then it picks up and the thunder rolls slowly from the horizon, a wave of swelling sound. Come out. It was almost as if I heard the whisper audibly. I step out onto my front porch, shielded from the rain and the gusting winds. Suddenly, lightning fills the sky over and over again. I’ve never seen it like this. Hardly any pauses, each flash brighter than a midday sun. In this wild light, every leaf, every blade of grass, stands in stark relief. It’s as if my vision is miraculously perfect, and I can see every detail of the world around me, but only in flashes. Illumination, enlightenment, and then I’m plunged back into darkness.
I sit on the porch as heaven trembles and rumbles and flashes around me. Sometimes, we hear God in the still, small voice. But sometimes, he really is in the storm.
“His way is in the whirlwind and the storm, and clouds are the dust of his feet.” Nahum 1:3