It’s raining quite hard outside. The last time I checked, it was rather windy as well. On a side note, this little blog will be ever so more enjoyable if you read it with a British accent.

I don’t mind storms. At least I don’t mind them as long as I’m somewhere safe where I can observe the effects of the storm without actually being outside in the middle of it. And especially not driving in it.

People around here (yours truly excluded) can’t drive in perfectly sunny and windless weather, much less in stormy conditions.

I fall back on an old illustration I heard and have used once. Experiencing the fear of God is like being able to witness the might and majesty of a storm while being safe from the dangers of it.

God is not just a stronger, bigger, faster, better version of me. He is totally other. And He deserves honor and respect.

That’s what it really means to fear God. Not so much a shaking in your boots kind of being afraid, but a reverent awe and a solemn gladness.

I suppose I’d better get back to reading my Tolkien. And maybe a spot of tea would just do so very nicely.