Last night I arrived early for rehearsal at Northwoods. As I sat in the empty auditorium and listened the wind pounding on the walls and ceiling, I couldn't help but be still in awe of the power of what God sent spinning those millions (or billions) of years ago.
Wind.
It can be a gentle summer breeze that sweeps away the heat of a humid night. Or it can be an arctic blast that screams through your goose down jacket and penetrates to the marrow of your bones.
It is unseen, yet is power is undeniable. It can topple buildings, toss heavy equipment around like they are tonka trucks, send ocean waves over seawalls, and drive pine needles through tree trunks. No one doubts its existence or its potential and yet it is unseen.
Is God not the same? We can't see him, yet we can feel his power. The warmth of his presence and the cold of his absence when we turn away. He has the power to heal, to right wrongs, to destroy the temple and rebuild it. How He works is beyond comprehension, but we know He is there.
Thank You for the wind and for the "nature" You created...
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