Who says weather forecasters are never right?
I don’t know where you were this past Monday morning,
but I was in my study, trying to get prepared for two services in a short week,
when I heard it.
Just as the weather forecasters had told us,
at 11 a.m., the wind picked up and began to blow and began to shriek
so that the Christian education building creaked and groaned,
and the wind chimes on the porch began to sound.
I took a walk around the building
and saw the oak leaves coming off the trees,
driven in mini-cyclones and through the space between the buildings,
and smashed and held against the wire fence.