The Tornado

To me the image of God is something like a tornado. It pushes cool winds towards those who are in front of it, allowing them to enjoy passing breezes, yet there’s always ominous clouds approaching from the distance. A distant reckoning that is unescapable. As the tornado approaches closer and closer you see how large it is, it fills the entire sky. Looking closer at the storm one realizes that there’s no getting around it. There’s no way to get over it, it stretches from the heavens to the earth. Viewing it from a far doesn’t always bring the fear that maybe it should, instead seeing the stillness around it contrasting with the fierceness of its power makes it even more enticing. One can understand why some choose to chase after it. While the awesome power of its image and force of its mighty hand causes all the earth to bow in submission, at the center there is peace that in the perspective of it all, is unfathomable. No one can accurately predict its path, but when it touches you, there’s no denying it. Although it’s power stretches as far as the eye can see, its gracefulness allows it to almost knowingly, destroy one house while saving another right next to it. I see God as a tornado.