The Morning After the Deluge
The Morning After the Deluge
Today dawned. But it was not an ordinary day. For everyone living within a multi-hundred mile swath on the east side of the United States, it was, literally, “The Morning After the Deluge”, a replay of the Genesis account of the epic flood wrought by God to purge the earth of sin.
Of all the sins committed by humanity, the single sin that convinced God to abandon hope for reform is described in a simple Bible phrase, “…and the earth was filled with violence.”
Was Hurricane Sandy an act of God or an act of human aggression?
Was it, perhaps, a dress rehearsal for global annihilation of Biblical proportions?
The immensity of yesterday’s storm caused dread, but it also evoked a scale of wonder rarely experienced by those of us who live technologically-driven lifestyles. The unfathomable feelings it inspired seem characteristic of the sublime and common to worship.
It made me imagine an international assembly of the most almighty gods – Brahma, Mithras, Osiris, Bel, Apollo, Zeus, Vulcan, Amaterasu, Inti, Re, Shamash, Liza, and many more, peering down upon us. And then I imagined their consternation when they discovered acts of arrogance instead of prayer, feasts, processions, and offerings.
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