My deck is wet this morning. In the glow of the porch light, I’d say it is rain, but who knows? The Farmer’s Almanac listed some things that fall from the sky and I was amazed! Sleet, hail, rain, snow, graupel. Wait! Graupel? I’m not sure why the Almanac didn’t list oobleck because as we all know, Dr. Seuss wrote about it. And, a favorite weatherman on a Tulsa TV station coined the word “sneet”, a mixture of snow and sleet.
At least, this is falling from the sky, not coming at us from below the ground! I keep reading about the huge caldera under Yellowstone and the possibility that it could erupt into an unbelievable, calamitous volcano within the next eighty years. Makes one wonder where to go and what to do, doesn’t it?
I’m not sure whether children today know the story of Chicken Little and his famous line, “The sky is falling! The sky is falling!” I remember it! I read it to Matt, Sara, Nathan, and my kindergarteners. I think it held a lesson somewhere within its pages. I have the suspicion that nature isn’t to be feared as much as mankind. It seems to me our only place of safety is in the One who controls the weather and watches over us all. What do you think?
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