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Monday, January 30, 2023

TREASURES OF SNOW & HAIL

 

Monday, January 30, 2023

 

TREASURES OF SNOW & HAIL

 

Job 38:22-23

22 Hast thou entered into the treasures of the snow? or hast thou seen the treasures of the hail,

23 Which I have reserved against the time of trouble, against the day of battle and war?

 

          Troubled Job had wished for an interview with God so that Job might explain how unfair God had been to him. In a dreadful manner, Job was granted an opportunity to answer numerous imponderable questions which God put forth in a rapid-fire manner. Of these questions, are listed questions about the origin of snow and hail but my favorite is verse 28. “Does rain have a father?” Job was put in his place and “told off” right smartly.

 

          Modern man now owns more tools than Job. We can answer many questions regarding snow and rain. We know that, for whatever reason, individual snow flakes always resemble a six-sided star. Always six. Farmers now know that snow provides nitrogen for the soil. We now know that hail is formed when raindrops are caught by updrafts and carried to colder heights. Each time the raindrop or ice drop is caught up, it collects more moisture and freezes. Some hail stones have reached the size of grapefruit and the book of Revelation predicts stones the weight of a man. (See Rev. 16:21) With all the new knowledge we have reached the lofty heights of novice. We still don’t know but at least now we know that we don’t know.

 

          I am a child of the ‘60s and, as such, have been influenced by the music of that time. One such memorable song was by Joni Mitchel and her song explores, in a secular, foggy sort of way, the treasures of the snow.

 

Rows and floes of angel hair

And ice cream castles in the air

And feather canyons everywhere

I've looked at clouds that way

 

But now they only block the sun

They rain and snow on everyone

So many things I would have done

But clouds got in my way

 

I've looked at clouds from both sides now

From up and down, and still somehow

It's cloud illusions I recall

I really don't know clouds at all

 

Dear Lord, our increased knowledge only serves to make you bigger and not smaller. We marvel that you pay attention to us and love us. Your care for us is amazing. Thank you, Lord. AMEN

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