Finding the God in nature. Where is he this morning as the thick fog rolls in as I am watching? It wasn’t like this half an hour ago when we were out. Does it still count as haar when we don’t live by the sea? Does it not all come from the same place? The tall trees are now a subtle shade of disappearing grey. We tend to think of the god in nature with relation to the sunshine. I wonder why this is. So many depictions of God in the heavens shining down on man, a beacon of light in a world of misery and darkness. When the warmth of the sun, sol, helios, sunna, hits us we feel the touch of God lighting our hearts, bodies and minds.
Yet nobody talks of god in the fog. The god of the rain that feeds the plants and the trees that gives us the oxygen to breathe. Sure there is the Gods of Thunder of Winds and of Rain, Thor, Freya, Indra, Zeus, all are ever present in Scotland. I look to see the God of nature in all weathers, all seasons. Can you feel it as strongly on a dreich February day of murk and bog as well as in stunningly long July days? Or maybe in September as this fog will no doubt burn off to reveal the heat of yesterday.