Thunder Struck

“Who has cleft a channel for the torrents of rain and a way for the thunderbolt, to bring rain on a land where no man is, on the desert in which there is no man, to satisfy the waste and desolate land, and to make the ground sprout with grass? “Has the rain a father, or who has begotten the drops of dew? From whose womb did the ice come forth, and who has given birth to the frost of heaven? The waters become hard like stone, and the face of the deep is frozen. “Can you bind the chains of the Pleiades or loose the cords of Orion? Can you lead forth the Mazzaroth in their season, or can you guide the Bear with its children? Do you know the ordinances of the heavens? Can you establish their rule on the earth? “Can you lift up your voice to the clouds, that a flood of waters may cover you? Can you send forth lightnings, that they may go and say to you, ‘Here we are’? Who has put wisdom in the inward parts or given understanding to the mind? Who can number the clouds by wisdom? Or who can tilt the waterskins of the heavens, when the dust runs into a mass and the clods stick fast together? “Can you hunt the prey for the lion, or satisfy the appetite of the young lions, when they crouch in their dens or lie in wait in their thicket? Who provides for the raven its prey, when its young ones cry to God for help, and wander about for lack of food?” Job‬ ‭38:25-41‬ ‭ESV‬‬

“Can you send forth lightnings, that they may go and say to you, ‘Here we are’? Who has put wisdom in the inward parts or given understanding to the mind?”

I love to sit in my garage with the door open when there is a storm brewing. The sound of the thunder groaning and crackling as the rain gets harder and the lightning gets closer, is awe producing. It’s hard to imagine someone hearing the sound, and feeling the vibration of a thundering boom and not be amazed.

There is no chance I could raise my arms to the heavens, call attention to the lightning, and have them come and say to me, “here we are master, where would you have us strike?” It would be utter folly for me to try such a thing. I could not lift my voice to the sky and ask for a flood of water to cover me. I may pray and ask the Lord for rain, but I could not command it to come and think I have any such authority to expect I’d get wet.

It seems to me that it takes an incredible amount of wisdom to be God. Obvious I know. The wisdom it takes to be God is nothing short of all of it. Anyone trying to operate the control levers of our world with less wisdom then the full measure would fail miserably. I am a horrible multi-tasker. My family gives me a standing round of applause if I can wash dishes and attend to a conversation happening behind me. It’s rare that I hear this type of clapping. God is the perfect multi-tasker. He manages everything in every place, and all at once. He deserves more awe from my heart then a thousand booms of thunder. Oh that he would fill you and I with such wonder and praise for his glory and honor.