Ensconced within a large city weather can still be beautiful and stunning, but it looses much of its raw power and might. I am not confronted with my utter smallness or the powerful rule of nature. Lying on the ground, amid the forest, gives me a different perspective than sitting in my climate-controlled room does. It is a perspective of humility and mystery.
Walking the forest pathways also affords us another perspective from the city. The earth is flourishing, surviving, growing, all without the care or aid of man. This earth belongs to the gardener God, and his care and design is clearly written everywhere.
But it's moments like these, when heaven is raging wildly above us, that remind us the Gardener does not relate to his creation only with care and love. The terror of a thunderstorm in the wild is the smallest echo of a song of judgement the King will sing. This glorious and Majestic Gardener King is coming to judge. One day the heavens will open a white rider will come down:
Heaven opened, and behold, a white horse! The one sitting on it is called Faithful and True, and in righteousness he judges and makes war. His eyes are like a flame of fire, and on his head are many diadems, and he has a name written that no one knows but himself. He is clothed in a robe dipped in blood, and the name by which he is called is The Word of God. And the armies of heaven, arrayed in fine linen, white and pure, were following him on white horses. From his mouth comes a sharp sword with which to strike down the nations, and he will rule them with a rod of iron. He will tread the winepress of the fury of the wrath of God the Almighty.
(Revelation 19:11-15)
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