Thursday, January 26, 2012

Shelter in the Storm

The little pieces of dirt and garbage fly as I blast them with my spray nozzle. Outside the greenhouse dark clouds are gathering, tumbling, and rolling overhead.

I pause.

What is that? Could it be? The sound comes wafting over the hills and settles in our little valley. Stepping through the greenhouse door I see Ray and our eyes meet. Yes, it must be - a tornado warning siren. Hvvvvvvvmmmmmmmmmm..... "I guess it sounds like we might be having a tornado." We smile, drop our things, and head for the barn.

About five minutes later we can start to see the rain coming from the West and so we make our jolly way into our damp root cellar to wait out the storm.

We are simply a farm crew plus a family that is visiting. As we stand there in the dark with the howling wind and driving rain beating against the barn over our heads, my thoughts turn to another storm... A storm thousands of years ago that drove families like ours to find hiding places in the dark caves and crevices of the gorgeous mountains in Italy.

We begin to sing and my mind again pictures tired, weary soldiers of the cross. Could it be that as they sat in their dark caves they too sang songs of hope and courage? I'd like to think so. And perhaps as they heard the first crackle from the Roman soldiers fires, and as the first waft of suffocating smoke filled their tired lungs, perhaps just then they struck a not higher and sang just a bit louder than before.


The history of the Waldensian people will be repeated. "A storm is coming, relentless in its fury. Are we prepared to meet it?" – {8T 315.2}

The siren is sounding....

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