Wednesday, July 25, 2012

should we dream of matching the circumstance of God or even a storm?

Mr. Witty went in to D's room and sniffed and moped in her absence... And D had been praying for a big prairie storm. Well, we got one just after she left. And then last night...

Bulletin - Eas Activation Requested
Severe Thunderstorm Warning
National Weather Service Aberdeen SD
1233 AM MDT Wed Jul 25 2012

The National Weather Service In Aberdeen Has Issued A

• Severe Thunderstorm Warning For...
Northwestern Dewey County In North Central South Dakota...

• Until 115 AM Mdt

• At 1228 AM MDT...National Weather Service Doppler Radar Indicated A
Severe Thunderstorm Capable Of Producing Destructive Winds In
Excess Of 70 Mph
. This Storm Was Located Near Lantry...Moving
Northeast At 50 Mph.

At 1229 AM MDT 70 Mph Winds Were Reported In Dupree With This
Storm.


The Severe Thunderstorm Will Be Near...
Eagle Butte Around 1240 AM MDT..
.
Green Grass And Parade Around 1245 AM MDT...
Little Moreau Rec Area Around 100 AM MDT...
Ridgeview Around 105 AM MDT...
White Horse Around 110 AM MDT...

Precautionary/Preparedness Actions...

Severe Thunderstorms Produce Damaging Winds In Excess Of 60 Miles Per
Hour...Large Hail...Deadly Lightning...And Very Heavy Rain. For Your
Protection...Seek Shelter In A Sturdy Structure Until The Storm Has
Passed.

In Addition To Large Hail And Damaging Winds...Continuous Cloud To
Ground Lightning Is Occurring With This Storm. Move Indoors
Immediately! Lightning Is One Of Natures Leading Killers. Remember...
If You Can Hear Thunder...You Are Close Enough To Be Struck By
Lightning.

And --the lightening and thunder were continuous. Totally awesome. Whole cloud and forks of light... D prayed up a wondrous storm for us, such that at 12:45 when the 70mph+ winds hit, I went in and woke Joel up and asked him if we should go to the basement... Mr. Witty was shaking like an aspen leaf...

Joel said no --not unless the sirens went off....

--and then he fell back asleep. And left me to manage the storm on my own. Except for the help from Mr. Witty, of course....

Poor little guy.

I think God's presence is pretty much like a storm like that... awesome and terrifying at the same time --prickly stuff right up the arm and nape of the neck.

Perhaps it is always helpful to trust a dog's response... cower, shake and submit....

--because in the presence of a storm like the one last night, that is not the time to raise one's sword and shout at the heavens... just sayin'.

And in the next few --have a funeral to do.. and it will be complicated. It will be at the cultural center, and I just asked out of courtesy, who is the main presider --you are they said... and where will J be interred I asked --the Mormon cemetery they said... really?! So, I have some work to do to figure this one out...

In the meantime, I carry the images of the storm in my head --so clear, so powerful. And the baby birds being fed this morning --beaks open, screaming for the parent bird to feed them when they themselves look much bigger than the parent bird, and hardly as big as the grasshopper being offered.... And all of that puts the funeral arrangements in clear focus --and I will strive to make it NOT about turf wars, which would be so easy to fall in to... but about care of the family... and giving J to God with thanksgiving.

At prayer this morning --Canticle: You are God
Te Deum laudamus

You are God: we praise you;
You are the Lord; we acclaim you;
You are the eternal Father:
All creation worships you.
To you all angels, all the powers of heaven,
Cherubim and Seraphim, sing in endless praise:
Holy, holy, holy Lord, God of power and might,
heaven and earth are full of your glory.
The glorious company of apostles praise you.
The noble fellowship of prophets praise you.
The white-robed army of martyrs praise you.
Throughout the world the holy Church acclaims you;
Father, of majesty unbounded,
your true and only Son, worthy of all worship,
and the Holy Spirit, advocate and guide.
You, Christ, are the king of glory,
the eternal Son of the Father.
When you became man to set us free
you did not shun the Virgin’s womb.
You overcame the sting of death
and opened the kingdom of heaven to all believers.
You are seated at God’s right hand in glory.
We believe that you will come and be our judge.
Come then, Lord, and help your people,
bought with the price of your own blood,
and bring us with your saints
to glory everlasting.


And not because we can even dream of matching the circumstance of God or even a storm, but this ain't bad:




Peace out.

6 comments:

susan s. said...

Musique Fantastique!!! I don't know if that's the correct French, but it is a wonderful piece of music that indeed does call to mind God's power!

God be with you as you prepare for this funeral upcoming.

Did you and Mr. Witty snuggle in bed? It is what I would have done!

it's margaret said...

Isn't it fun! --I thought the trumpets and drums resonated with the lightening and thunder --perhaps I will play it full blast at the next storm!

And, yes, Mr. Witty and I snuggled. He would have it no other way --and neither would I!!!

JCF said...

{{{Witty}}}

cloud-hidden, whereabouts unknown said...

..."in the presence of a storm like the one last night, that is not the time to raise one's sword and shout at the heavens... "

No?

oh....... (cowering)

Reepicheep

susankay said...

Yes -- but God also hugs and holds

kishnevi said...

Maybe you should have shouted WITH the storm!