Last night I listened to the forecast: Storm to begin about one a.m. Severe winds up to eighty miles per hour; much rain, possible hail up to two inches in diameter. tornado watch.
I prayed the Lord would protect the sixty million people who might be under this threat.
I snapped off the tv and went to sleep. At one o'clock I heard the rain battering the house; BBBH came up and told me to come downstairs. The next-door-neighbor was going up the street knocking on doors to warn people of "possible 100 mile per hour winds."
To please the Lady I came downstairs, cleaned the oil lamp and trimmed the wick, went to bed. Sleep? I think not. Wind? Yes, indeed, but nowhere near eighty mph. Rain? Bucketsful.
Morning assessment: No damage on our premises and sixty mile winds gave us lots of rubble a year ago. However, it was reported that ten miles to the west of us there were winds near 100.
Man, am I tired and sleepy.
A bit over two years ago I posted the following story under the title "Wind."
Wide awake, body desperate for sleep. The mind kicks into gear. These words of Jesus impinge themselves upon my consciousness:
wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof, but
canst not tell whence it cometh, and whither it goeth: John 3:8a (KJV)
finally sometime before dawn I slept a bit. Yet I will have a long
morning, nodding and groggy, for I was short-changed of sleep.
scripture quoted here is wrested and wrenched from context, such doings
being the sport of many Christians who are too concerned with finding a
tidbit in the Bible that seems to support what they want to believe.
But that is another chipmunk running across the trail. The big game to
be pursued here is this. The third chapter of John recounts the
incident in which Nicodemus sought Jesus out by night and asserted that
he knew that Jesus was from God.
outlines precisely what one must do to enter the Kingdom, stating that
one must be born not only of flesh, but he must be born again, in the
The entire message of salvation is delineated in this chapter.
WOO. Weee. The wind still blows. And the truth of Christ's teaching
still endures, and shall endure aeons after this wind ceases.