The Gods at War

Tonight I witnessed the greatest thunder storm I have ever been a part of. It was unbelievable. For about an hour there was a surreal calm over the town as the sun was setting and the clouds rolled in from the north and the south, at one point, I was playing volleyball with some friends and for 360 degrees around us there was lightning but no rain.

But oh, when the rain started, things got GOOD. For at least an hour, maybe more, we were hammered with rain and the sky was lit up as the sky put forth a light show beyond any I had seen. No joke, about a strike a second all around, every where. It reminded me of all those old legends about the gods going to war in the skies above us. I drove up to the mountains to one of my favorite lookouts by Horsetooth reservoir and just watched. The sky would get so bright that I could actually see the colors around me: the greens and browns of the hills across the lake, and the blue of the water beneath the hills. And of course, that beautiful blue-white that fades to purple as lightning sears through the clouds.

I heard once that a single lightning bolt could power New York City for a year. I was trying to grasp that as I watched bolt after bolt fly across the sky. The beauty that went hand in hand with the potential power of this storm was paralyzing. If God was using this to display His might and the devastation of His wrath, it was a perfect example. In fact, I was a little nervous. I posted earlier that I have been feeling a little off recently, more honestly, disconnected from God and many of those close to me. But the thought that hit me as I took this storm in up in the mountains was that if this is God’s wrath, it is no longer directed at me. I’ve been pulled back from the ledge that I threw myself off of and have been spared. This show wasn’t so that I would weep in terror, but so that I would more fully understand what God has withheld from me even though I was fully deserving. And in that same moment, what He has given when I was undeserving.

The beauty that really struck me was not just that I am not going to incur God’s wrath, but that I now am an heir in His kingdom. He was inviting me to enjoy the beauty of that storm as He directed each bolt in His grand symphony. My God is not a clock maker, we are not a set of dominoes that He set up and then sat back and watched as we each fall into our pre-ordained place. No, He is a creative God, delighting in His creation and interacting with it regularly.

I am part of that creation.
I am dearly loved.
I threw it away.
I settled for less.

He gave it back, and so much more.

I am in the process of being restored. I needed tonight though. I had been in such a funk that I had almost forgotten how to really just talk with Him. It’s funny but for me, tonight, a thunderstorm led to repentance.

Last note: there was a point when the storm had moved out east where I was able to get out of the car and breathe the fresh air around me as I watched the storm move away. There were bolts that stretched the length of Fort Collins high above the city. And bolts that stretched from the reservoir to Severance. Each with enough power to run New York City, man’s triumph of modern civilization, for a year. And God was just having fun out there. We’re in good hands.

6 Responses to “The Gods at War”

  1. Daniel, this was one of the most beautifully written posts I have ever had the privilege of reading. Everything you wrote is truth! Beautiful, holy, undeserved truth. In fact, I HAVE to share it on my blog. I hope that’s ok. You amaze me, my cousin, and I’m honored to share this journey of life with you!!

  2. This is good. I think this is why I LOVE storms – because of this recognition of his majesty. I find so much comfort in them.

  3. What a great perspective! I watched this same storm from my porch, your words beautifully describe it.

  4. Christine Says:

    Daniel, I love what you wrote. I have to admit I was a little afraid of the storm. Don’t get me wrong, it was one of the most beautiful lightning storms I’ve seen. I was even more afraid when I thought about how it showed how powerful God is and how small we are. Thank God for his grace. Anyway, thanks for sharing. I loved it. Christine (your cuz)

  5. Aunt Becky Says:

    Thank you for your vulnerability and sharing what you are going through with the Lord. It takes a lot of courage and faith in Christ to open up your heart to others and really share what God is teaching you and showing you. We are all in this journey of faith and life together. We all don’t deserve God’s gift of grace. Something like this lightning storm reminds us of how big He is and how small we are, just like you wrote. May we all remember that God is worthy of praise for His majesty, His love, and His mercy and forgiveness. I am proud of you, Daniel, for being willing to share your heart and struggles. We all learn from them too.
    I love you,
    Aunt Becky

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