I rode home tonight in a lightning storm. There is something otherworldy and almost spiritual about lighting. I am fascinated by its complexity and yet captured by its simplicity. It is power and beauty, fear and strength, unforgiving and unstoppable.
It is the ultimate picture of light piercing the darkness. It is part of the storm that seems unpredictable. Who knows where the next one will strike and when?
For some reason I find it calming to watch. I don't know why such a dangerous force can be both deadly and peaceful. I had to remind myself to keep my eyes on the road and not on the free fireworks show lighting up the low country sky.
There is something in lightning that hints at the face of God. Lightning is not of this world.
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- A.J.
- "He was in the world, and the world was made through Him and the world did not know Him. He came to His own, and they did not receive Him. But as many as received Him, to them he gave the right to become children of God, even to those who believe in His name, who were born, not of blood, nor of the will of the flesh nor of the will of man, but of God. And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us." John 1:9-14
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