Not as Much as Noah

There's a flood watch here in East Lansing. That's what happens in springtime, I guess. Except that it's not springtime. They used to say in Indiana that, if you didn't like the weather, you could stick around five minutes because it was sure to change. Well, that axiom seems to hold true for Michigan, too. Come to think of it, I'll bet they say the same thing in every state north of the Ohio River.

As it happens, I am reading about Noah and the great flood that he endured so long ago. The critters all entered into the ark - including the two-legged ones with Noah's last name - and found safety in the midst of the storm.

Is that the church?

Certainly not the building. I've seen plenty of church buildings succumb to fire and hail and rain and wind. The living church, though, the people who make up the body of Christ, what about us? Are we an ark for people when they're hurting or scared? When they're facing a cataclysm that threatens their existence?

I sure hope so.

I guess the church, to stretch the marine analogy a bit more, is either a pleasure cruise or a lifeboat. I, for one, hope we're the latter; I don't want to waste my time on the former.

Oh . . . enjoy the sixty degree weather while you can. It's supposed to be below freezing again this weekend . . . right after the thunderstorm and tornado watches.