This past week I took the family to the Black Hills. The first day we rode the famous Needles Highway. Once we arrived at the end, where Silvan Lake is located, we parked and began our hike around the lake. While we were on the opposite side of the lake from where our vehicle was, the sky started going black. It wasn’t one of those “really scary blacks” where you are sprinting for cover, it was more of a “let’s hurry or we are going to get wet” kind of things.
I remember being at the July 4th Carnival at Sand Creek when Paige (who will be 23 next week) was about 9 years old. The sky turned really black, the temperature dropped dramatically, everyone was sprinting out of the park and when it became clear we were not going to make it to our car my wife hurried up to a house, she pounded on the door and basically charged past the owners with the kids. Although there was a big Pitbull in the house, and it seemed like an eerie place to be, the potential risk compared to what was coming was the best choice. The owners of the house welcomed us in and we all went down stairs, which was even more eerie. Although there was clearly drug use going on, they were very welcoming, and we all waited until everything was safe outside.
As an interesting side note, I am extremely allergic to dogs. My first question whenever we go somewhere, or book a hotel or AIRBNB is, “do they have or allow pets”. Our social life, and vacations are filtered through “are there or have there ever been pets in this place”. When we fled the coming storm we certainly didn’t ask this question – why? Because quick math of, “do I want to stay outside in a storm that is sure to rip trees out by the roots and throw them down the street OR do I want to risk having an asthma attack” – the choice was clear.
Contrast people’s reaction to a looming storm with their reaction to the warning of God’s Word and those sharing the warning of God’s Word. The