Worship in a Lightning Storm
September seventeen. Worship in a lightning storm. For as lightning flashes and lights up the sky from one side to the other. So will the son of man be in his day? Look Seventeen, twenty four I was flying at night from Chicago to Minneapolis almost alone on the plane. The pilot announced that they was a thunderstorm over Lake Michigan and into Wisconsin he would skirt it to the west to avoid turbulence. As I sat there staring out into the total blackness on the east side of the plane. Suddenly the whole sky was brilliant with light and a cavern of white clouds fell away four miles beneath the plane and then vanished. A second, later, a mammoth white tunnel of light exploded from north to south across the horizon and again vanished into blackness. Soon the lightning was almost constant and volcanoes of light burst up out of cloud ravines and from behind distant white mountains of clouds. I sat there shaking my head almost in belief. Lord. If these are but the sparks from the sharpening of your sword. What will be the day of your appearing? I remembered the words of Christ. As the lightning flashes and lights up the sky from one side to the other. So will the son of man being in his day? Look Seventeen twenty four. Even now, as I, recollect that site. The word. Glory. Is Full of feeling for me. I say God. That again, and again, he has awakened my heart to desire him to see him. To sit down to the Feast of Christian Hedonism and worship the king of glory. The bank would hall is very March.