The Ride Back From Cincinnati
~We parted the snowstorm like Moses did the Red Sea~
It was a snowstorm for the ages, and the ride back summoned the resolve of a nation crossing the Red Sea.
It was said that by day the Lord went ahead of the Israelites in a pillar of cloud to guide them on their way and by night in a pillar of fire to give them light.
One could almost say my brother and I had no such divine guidance. Our pillar of fire was the taillights of the trudging cars ahead of us.
The voice of God which was said to guide nations back then was now channeled into our Global Positioning System.
What was once hallowed can now be summoned at will...Or so we thought. The temple veil has finally been torn — the divine is now accessible to every individual.
Flakes of snow slammed against our windshield with the intensity of the furious hail that Moses commanded to descend upon the Egyptians.
Our synchronized wipers split the snowflakes like Moses did the Red Sea.
The miraculous interventions of old now beckon with dollar signs. By this ubiquitous resource, man now conquers the sea, the air, and land. In our hubris, our boasts have reached the heavens:
what great deeds of old can we not achieve by our crafty inventions?
The Holy One of Israel smiles in His temple. By His everlasting wisdom…He still commands the snow in its due time.
The snowstorm must have delayed our trip by 40 minutes. Yet the stubbornness of the Israelites cost them 40 years on the desert.
The collective story of a chosen nation now belongs to individuals willing to venture into the storm.
Man… what a long way humanity has come — from depending on the whims of capricious gods to now cultivating the seed of his imagination in evermore dazzling technology.
Yet I do not deviate in faith, not even for a second, that Moses parted the Red Sea nor do I doubt that God rained down manna from heaven for His people.
It was said that the stubborn generation had to die off before the Israelites could reach the promised land.
The trip that night invited a similar plight upon our arrival, the intense focus throughout the trip had punctured an uncompromising resolve towards God’s chosen people.
The long formulated pedestal that was cultivated through years of devout pursuit had crumbled to make way for a more inclusive view.
A new conjecture has been forged in the terror of the Cincinnati storm…the crucible has given credence to the perspective that such breathtaking journeys, once consecrated for only God’s chosen, now belong to all of us.
One only needs courage to venture into the storm.
