Last night it thunder stormed, the first one of the spring. It was loud, and sweet, clean, and fierce.
I was recounting the storm, and used the phrase "clap of thunder."
Wait... what a beautiful idea!
The boom we feel in our chests, it rings in our ears with power, controlling and commanding even our body language. We stop what we are doing, turn our faces, jump, gasp, pull our heads under the covers. God makes a mighty movement towards earth, and we all react, even if we aren't fully aware of who is making that noise. A clap of thunder. Whose hands are used to make that sound?
This morning everyone is moving at normal pace again, busying themselves. Forgetting that last night they came in contact with their Maker. Forgetting that, if only for a moment, they heard the applause of heaven.
" At this also my heart trembles, and leaps from it's place.
Hear attentively the thunder of His voice,
and the rumbling that comes from His mouth.
He sends it forth under the whole heaven,
His lightning to the ends of the earth.
After it a voice roars;
He thunders with His majestic voice,
and He does not restrain them when His voice is heard.
God thunders marvelously with His voice;
He does great things which we cannot comprehend."