The voice of the Lord is above the waters. The God of all glory thunders—the Lord above vast waters, the voice of the Lord in power, the voice of the Lord in splendor. The voice of the Lord breaks the cedars; the Lord shatters the cedars of Lebanon. He makes Lebanon skip like a calf, and Sirion like a young, wild ox. The voice of the Lord flashes flames of fire. The voice of the Lord shakes the wilderness; the Lord shakes the wilderness of Kadesh. The voice of the Lord makes the deer give birth and strips the woodland bare. In His temple, all cry, “Glory!”
My words…
Praise to You, God of heaven and earth: You are not a silent God. You have a voice, and You use it! You spoke to Moses from a bush on fire and from above the mercy seat. Ezekiel heard Your voice like a rush of mighty water. You spoke pleasing words to Jesus at His baptism in the presence of the apostles. When You use Your voice, in whatever form You choose, Your glory fills the earth. You do not hold it back in the heavens for only the angels to hear. Oh, no! You thunder!
I love thunder. The louder, the better. Crack the sky! Shake the foundations! Let the world know You are up there, and You control everything. I like the fact that it’s loud. It gets my attention. It reminds my spirit to bow before the God of thunder. You don’t use vocal cords. (As an aside, I marvel that each of us has a unique set of vocal cords so we may embody a voice solely our own. No one else sounds exactly like I do. Thank You for that.) You use the power of Your magnificent creation to remind us You are alive and well. You are working and watching. You are Power. Fire, hail, wind, floods, storms are at Your disposal. You don’t need words to get Your point across. You have Your own creation language.
The Apostle John wrote, “A time is coming when all who are in the graves will hear His voice.” (John 5:28) I wait in anticipation. But others do not. I pray they will be transformed by the renewing of their minds and hearts to long for the day when Your voice will fill both heaven and earth, and they will kneel, along with me, in worship.
Hmmm, as I’m writing this, a storm has rolled in, and a crack of thunder nearly made my heart stop. It’s awfully nice when You show up. Your timing is perfect.
