Sometimes I wonder if severe weather demonstrates God’s wrath, warning us to turn from our wicked ways. Could be, I suppose.
But God sent me down a different thought line. His words to me, more or less:
Bad weather isn’t punishment, it’s the norm. I hold my hand between you and it, blessing and protecting you. It’s my gift.
There are people who insist that they don’t want what I offer. Every now and then I remove my hand, just to give all of you a taste of life without divine intervention.