Summer storms tend to be sudden when they shake you to the core.  Trying to predict where they hit seems like time wasted.  Such a storm hit us square tonight.  One moment it seemed partly sunny then it unleashed its fury upon us.  Rain is always welcome here but not when it causes the power to go out.  Most people are probably able to handle a power outage but not my house.  I call the power company as fast as possible because my youngest just is not a happy camper in those times.  There are even occasions when I use the emergency number to make sure they grasp the severity of the moment.  He is a child of this century with all of the gadgets that go along with it.


We watched it rain for awhile on our small front porch.  His face was drawn and sad.  I told him that the call was already made to the electric company.  Now we simply had to wait until we regained lights along with the gadgets.  Sitting out there was fun in its own way.  We stared at puddles across the yard.  Seems like it takes the grass some time to take in the rain when its dry.  You could see clearer skies all around us but that does not make the lights turn on.  Thunder roared across the sky as it moved from one part of town to the other.  Lightening strikes could clearly be noticed when they reached down from heaven itself.  Creation has a way of getting our attention to remind us that it refuses to yield to our expectations.  Everything we depend on in life is taken away when the storms break loose.  A person can feel small surrounded by noise and light across the sky.


Humanity really does have that problem of pride still.  Science tells us it can cure all that ails us. Education wants to teach us how to make it all work for us.  Maybe we are simply who we are when all our tools are removed from our grasp.  Are we products of our gadgets more than our unique human quality?  Mankind existed for centuries without our comforts.  We survived and even thrived in the most oppressive of circumstances.  Now you hide our cell phones and we totally lose our minds.  Summer storms are a good way to remember who we are meant to be.  The quiet breeze is our only soundtrack following the upheaval of wind and rain.  One can only hope we learn to listen when its silent.  We surely tend to drown out even our voices with our noise.  


Bro. Trey