Hot, hot, hot

It's awful in Chicagoland. Upper 90's every day, humid as an armpit. Three minutes of rain yesterday after two weeks without it, to open cheers among the adults, but it got even sultrier afterwards. No relief until the end of the week.

I went to the Bible for an appropriate mood piece. Here it is, from Job 37:

"Hear this, O Job;
stop and consider the wondrous works of God.
Do you know how God lays his command upon them,
and causes the lightning of his cloud to shine?
Do you know the balancings of the clouds,
the wondrous works of him who is perfect in knowledge,
you whose garments are hot
when the earth is still because of the south wind?
Can you, like him, spread out the skies,
hard as a molten mirror?

I'm learning that the Bible is not only the truth and love of God, it is the poetry and nature and story-telling and art of God.