The floodwaters have risen, O LORD; the rivers have raised their voice; the seas lift up their pounding waves. Above the roar of many waters--the mighty breakers of the sea--the LORD on high is majestic. (Psalm 93:3-4)
It’s been a little wet out this way. Spring Mills got 4.5 inches of rain and surrounding areas got even more. That ensured that the creek in front of the parsonage went over the bank (on our side) – a first since I’ve been here.
By mid-afternoon, the water had pushed its way down the lane nearly to the stop sign and around the loop into the church parking lot and connected with the creek again. The only dry part of the lane was between the church and the parsonage.
Like many others, I took a lot of pictures. At one point, I wanted to get a shot of the heat pump in back of the church, so I gingerly moved toward the creek to get a good angle in case we’d need a picture for insurance purposes.
It was then that I noticed how deceiving the water’s appearance was. At the edge, the water was amazingly clear moving tranquilly through the recently mowed lawn along the creek’s edge.
But only the unobservant would fail to hear the noise.
The psalmist says that “The floodwaters have risen…the rivers have raised their voice…”. The noise from the creek was LOUD. Pair that with the muddy, churning waters in the water’s middle, it was easy to see one powerful, angry amalgam that the rain had affected over relatively few hours.
The rush and din of the creek today wasn’t anything that most are used to. Yet we’re told that even that can’t compare to the sound and motion of a mighty river and certainly not the power and energy of the sea. As all rivers run to the sea, the combined force is heard – and felt – when the breakers crash on shore.
It is when we experience the forces of nature that our thoughts often turn to the power and majesty of God. Nature points us to a power greater than anything in the world because something greater has created nature. It is possible, when we look to the source of the power, destructiveness, or beauty of nature that we sense the majesty of God.
It was the Sufi poet Khalil Gibran who wrote, “Among the hills, when you sit in the cool shade of the white poplars, sharing the peace and serenity of distant fields and meadows - then let your heart say in silence, "God rests in reason." And when the storm comes, and the mighty wind shakes the forest, and thunder and lightning proclaim the majesty of the sky, - then let your heart say in awe, "God moves in passion.”
We’ve had a small taste of the majesty of God in this week’s flood. Multiply that into infinity and then we’ll have a bit of an understanding of the majesty of our God.