The clouds here are unlike anything I have ever seen before. They are not puffy and billowy wisps of featherlike clouds bringing the gentle breezes like that in the South. This is the North and these are the mighty powerful clouds which bring the harshness and fierceness of weather. There is strength to them and they rule the sky. The layers of thick darkness which bring the power of the North wind – its biting breath piercing to soul and body. Yet even here the light is the glory which outshines and tames the mighty clouds who bow and dissipate under its beauty. It’s as if all creation sings out, “Who is like unto Thee, Oh, Lord, among the gods, who is like unto Thee, perfect in Holiness, fearful in praises, doing wonders, who is like unto Thee.”
I reflect upon this land, this climate with its steely cold harshness and wonder…. Is the spiritual climate alike to that of the harshness of the wind or the dark penetrating cloud? Does the light prevail? Will all bow down to the righteous glory of the Son, whose kingdom shall know no end? What shall be the outcome of this place - its dark hovels of sin and grime and shame? The land cries out layered in blood, shed through the years of ruthless greed and horror. For the people are not a righteous people, but steeped in untruthfulness, covered in lies, meshed through and through in ungodliness by a religion whose core is false and full of snares.
It is lovely to hear the words come once again to remembrance giving voice to His Great Heart, “Awake to righteousness, and live!” The kingdom of God is a kingdom of righteousness. A scepter of righteousness is the scepter of His kingdom. Oh, that righteousness would rule here, that the voice of this people would reflect a clean and pure heart giving glory to the One True God.