It’s been dry here in Missouri. We want rain. We NEED rain. None of us would argue with a good old fashioned thunderstorm deluging our grounds. Well, at least a measured deluge so that there’s soak-in and not run-off.
I’ve been reading the Book of Job lately. Good stuff. There’s one player in the cast we tend to overlook: Elihu. He was a young guy and properly waited his turn to speak after his elders made miserable comforters of themselves (not my words, Job’s words in 16:2). But when he spoke, boy, did he really let ‘em have it.
He was filled with the spirit. He was a mediator, a confessor of the goodness, majesty, righteousness, and holiness of God. And he wisely discerned why God sends thunderstorms (37:11-13):
– to punish the wicked
– to nourish the land
– to supply the needs of people
Prophetically, it’s about judgment, provision, and mercy.
Somewhere in those three words, I see the Cross of Jesus.