A Storm

There’s a storm brewing. I can feel it in the air. Every morning when I go running the atmosphere feels stickier. The sky looks dark in the afternoon, and it isn’t because the sun is going down. Grey clouds churn and boil in a soupy sky. As I walked back from dropping Miguel off at his piano lesson I felt a single rain drop on my cheek. Nature is practicing - preparing herself. The wet season is coming.

Miguel and I are excited. We’ve already shook hands and agreed that when the first downpour comes, we will run out and play in it. I love rain, and I especially love warm, tropical rain. Last night we got a small sprinkle, an appetizer I guess. We had fun with it anyway.

Timor’s wet season isn’t the only storm that is brewing though. Have you noticed the signs? I have. I’ve seen it in nature, in the economy, in relationships and felt it in the spiritual realm. It’s real, and it’s coming.

“The storm is coming, the storm that will try every man's faith of what sort it is. Believers must now be firmly rooted in Christ or else they will be led astray by some phase of error” (LDE 64.3). 

                                                                                               

“The darkest hour of the church's struggle with the powers of evil is that which immediately precedes the day of her final deliverance. But none who trust in God need fear; for ‘when the blast of the terrible ones is as a storm against the wall,’ God will be to His church ‘a refuge from the storm.’ Isaiah 25:4.” (PK 725.2)

The Lord's our Rock, in Him we hide,

A Shelter in the time of storm;

Secure whatever ill betide,

A Shelter in the time of storm.