Most atheists agree that Jesus controls the weather. They don’t have some happenstance ‘theory’ to explain things like ‘wind’ and ‘low-pressure systems.’ In fact, the Darwin Institute released a study showing that the weathermen who were the most accurate were those who prayed the hardest.
Kris asked me 7.2 times yesterday to go on a walk, but there was a full slate of baseball games. I prayed for rain. At 8:00 p.m., we walked to the end of the driveway and heard the tornado sirens. Amen.
We first got the assignment to Kansas in February 2010. We told our friends and family. And got three reactions: “Watch out for the tornadoes,” “Wizard of Oz,” and uncontrollable laughter.
But we got here with semi-open minds and a pregnant belly. And we liked it. The church folk were friendly, the job was engaging, and the food was pesto.
Jesus threw us interesting weather patterns: The first night we were here, we golfed with the hail. It snowed 18 inches and we were the only ones to shovel the drive… the snow melted the next day. And there’s wind.
Yesterday was the first time we heard the sirens. We took Zach down to the basement as the sky tinged green. We prayed in earnest.
Kris fed Zach while I followed the tornado warnings on the computer. Our county’s warning lasted until 8:30. The rain drowned out the sirens and, for a while, all we could hear was the rain pounding and Zach suckling.
The power flickered off a couple of times, but came right back on. Kris and I sang to Zach: “Lord, prepare me; To be a sanctuary…”
He finished eating and fussed a bit. We sang some more. And noticed it was 8:35. We were past the tornado warning. The rain subsided. And we couldn’t hear the sirens.
So we took a picture of ourselves. Amen.