Thunderstorm
When I am scared of the thunderstorm as if it is shattering the sky, I feel like God is mad, or my Greek mythology ass thinks that Zeus is having arguments with Poseidon or Hades. I hid in my blanket and covered my ears. The sounds streamed to my soul. I thought the sky might crack or the houses would be destroyed. I whispered, “God, are you mad at us? Forgive us, human beings, forgive me,” as if He would hear me and stop the thunderstorm. I don't want to face the apocalypse, not now, I think. Somewhere between the roaring sky and my trembling chest, it occurred to me that perhaps the storm was never just in the clouds. Imagine how God will destroy the earth in an apocalypse, imagine when He says “enough” to all of us, it is more than just a thunderstorm. Definitely, no one is ever as patient and merciful as God. Yet it makes me think that patience and all the feelings we feel can break out at any time. Perhaps, because we are human, and patience has limits for us. It could appear ...