A storm blew in a few days ago. It blew in, blew through, and blew some things over. When the storm blew past, a chainsaw chorus started to play around the neighborhood. Chainsaws started playing at their various pitches from all around. The song of a storm became the song of a neighborhood cleaning up, the sound of people checking on each other, the sound of recovery occurring. There was a death in our community with this storm, and there is also the sound of grieving losses of something that is not replaceable.
Picking up some branches, listening to the chainsaws, I thought of the song that resonated with me with the last tornado, “God of Wonders.” A severe storm, not one of my favorite natural occurrences by any stretch of the imagination, does serve to remind me that God is indeed a God of wonders. Some of those wonders the very dangerous storms. And, once the storm has passed, He is the God of wonders as we start loving our neighbors. The song of the storm, the song of the chainsaw – it’s the same chorus of the wonder God who teaches us to love Him and our neighbors.