Every morning I iron my clothes in my mother’s bedroom. Usually as iron, the local Spanish Christian station bumps through the radio…actually, all the radios in my crib and all at the same time. This morning I walked into one of the commentators speaking about the upcoming summer. “July 21st is the Official day of summer” said the commentator announcing the coming of the summer. I chuckled because in New York there have been days in the month of March that cause me to believe summer already started and we missed the due date. I remember anticipating this day in grammar school, and the word around school was the “summer is herreeee”. But today a greater reality hit me. God officiates summer, it was He who inaugurated it. We think we know but we have no idea. “Psalm 104:19 He made the moon to mark the seasons; the sun knows it’s time for setting.” How easily do we say the “Official day of”, when we officially don’t know if God changes seasons on July 10th or postponed it a couple of days.
In the book of Job God questions Job about such matters, peep it:
22 “Have you entered the storehouses of the snow,
or have you seen the storehouses of the hail,
23 which I have reserved for the time of trouble,
for the day of battle and war?
24 What is the way to the place where the light is distributed,
or where the east wind is scattered upon the earth?
25 “Who has cleft a channel for the torrents of rain
and a way for the thunderbolt,
26 to bring rain on a land where no man is,
on the desert in which there is no man,
27 to satisfy the waste and desolate land,
and to make the ground sprout with grass?
28 “Has the rain a father,
or who has begotten the drops of dew?
29 From whose womb did the ice come forth,
and who has given birth to the frost of heaven?
30 The waters become hard like stone,
and the face of the deep is frozen.
Praise God for his power, it humbles us, and places us in a state of awe.