It started with feeling sorrry for Daisy, frightened by stormy weather, and soothed by being swaddled in her thunder coat. (See Steph's post, June 1)
Or was it curiousity about what happened at Vatican II, and finding the answers in the John O'Malley book recommended by Barb?
And then, last night, at 3:30 am, a monstrous thunder clap followed by vivid bolts of lightning that shook me to the bottom of my soul. Very strange. I had awakened a second before to an awesome, solemn silence.
Along the way, quite by chance, I came across the Huston Smith book, and his feelings about thunder...'formerly nothing so terrible, now nothing among all the works of nature, so sweet as thunder'. It has me wanting to know more. Is thunder an assurance that God's in his heaven, or is it an instrument of terror? And I may have found the book I'm looking for. Yesterday. And, again, quite by chance.
I've started reading Diarmaid MacCulloch's CHRISTIANITY: The First Three Thousand Years.
WOW! A thousand Pages, with a half-dozen of those on Vatican II. With an additional dozen pages of 'Further Reading'! That will keep me going all summer...with a break for The Palace Thief. Thunder has certainly taken on new meaning.