Noise of God’s Wings Fill the Night Air

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A powerful thunderstorm struck during the night. Wind howled. Our tents shook like leaves. Thigh-thick branches were ripped from nearby trees. Lightning filled the sky like giant strobes constantly firing. Thunder followed immediately, ricocheting off the ring of rocky mountains. I could hear the rain approach from the distance. It hit like a title wave.

Huddled in my wind-shaken tent, I thought about what the Police guards had said earlier that day when I showed them the Mursi God photo illustration. They asked about the big colorful wings.

“When the god flies, it must cause the thunder,” were the translated words.

I also recalled the Mursi elders saying during my first visit with them, “When God flies, there is lightning.”

I had no doubt God was out there tonight.