Thunderstorms and Ezekiel-- who has your back?

Y'know, that storm last night was a humdinger. I'm glad there's no visible damage outside for me to hustle out and repair. Maybe that's a metaphor for what's going on in our country at the moment. Maybe it's a whole lot of bluster and wind and inclement situations, and we'll wake up and find that, while stuff is wet and bowed down a little, it did not break. I sure hope so. 

Today, I read at church, which is usually at least okay, if not a good thing altogether. Sometimes the readings are not that exciting, just part of the ongoing scriptural round of the year, but other times, I get to read passages that call out to me in some way-- those are the really good days. So, the reading from the OT today is from Ezekiel, and it starts with,

"As the Lord spoke to me, the spirit entered into me and set me on my feet..."

Talk about a good pep talk! Ezekiel must go to some obstreperous people, truly rebellious ones, and tell 'em what's what. He'll need his backbone strengthened, and that's what God is there to do. Kind of a holy, "I've got your back! Go get 'em!"

May God have our backs, all of us, today and all days. 

C