After providing links to my articles on God & Natural Disasters in the previous post, I found myself in the lower belly of my home with my wife and kids listening to one of those outdated relics from a bygone era—a “boom box.” We were tracking the weather reports. “Tornadic,” said the meteorologist.
Do you hear the violence tucked into the syllabic sounds as you enunciate the word?
Definition: “relating to, characteristic of, or constituting a tornado.”
So with three online articles about God and natural disasters circling about in cyberspace, these God-awful storms circled and twirled and tilled and killed in the Southeast. The lady sitting near my table at a coffee shop just said she lost a friend to the storms.
The God I worship once spoke to a man from out of a tornado. When God answered Job’s demands for an answer, God did not speak in the sweet, gentle whisper of a comforting breeze. He spoke out of the churning, feral madness of a whirlwind (Job 38:1).
I am not saying God was in the whirlwinds last night. But as a guy with articles offering a theological response to natural disasters on the Internet and tornadic winds rip-roaring just to the north and south of my home, I felt kind of responsible… responsible to give an account of sorts. Responsible to say something wise and theologically helpful in response to the whirlwinds.
I think I’ll just do what Job did and lay my hand on my mouth… now.
(…while muttering though closing lips a prayer for the injured and the bereaved…)