Apparently What I Do At Work.

We just had a dark and heavy thunderstorm, with a couple power outages, which was so random, because all day it's been hot and sunny with blue skies. It only lasted 30 minutes, and it is back to normal again now.

If you know me, you know I love thunderstorms. I have no doubt that my overactive imagination contributes, but I just get this ominous feeling like all of the heavens are trying to express something. There are so many different moods to thunderstorms: sometimes they are just these crazy schizo things [listen: George Bruns 'Battle With the Forces of Evil'], or sometimes they are very triumphant [Beethoven's 9th Symphony]. Other times it's more of a lethargic, ill-boding consciousness, like the lazy, sick feeling you get after eating too much. And then they can also be really peaceful, and just have this calming effect [Erik Satie's 'Gymnopédies']. I just love them.

I know it sounds silly, but sometimes I just imagine thunderstorms as the groaning of creation (Rom. 8:22), or of all of heaven grieving over the state of things here on earth. Or, that heaven is trying to get our attention, either shouting or whispering something eternal to us. Declaring His glory (Ps. 19:1).

I always feel really reflective and deep in or after a storm. I get mentally transported to another place. It seems to always take something (even small) that snaps us out of monotony to make us think about things we usually ignore.

Anyway, back to work.