Recently, we had a series of pretty loud thunderstorms. The lightning was crackling like whips, as I listened to our late night newscaster report on them. Every time the thunder roared and the lightning blinked, his face cringed. It was pretty powerful. The news anchor even said, “Sounds like the angels are bowling.” I laughed. I can remember my Dad telling me when this happened, “The Devil’s beating his wife.” Usually, when I hear the thunder, I’d matter-of-factly say, “Yes, Lord!” I wasn’t trying to be smug or cute. I was merely answering to God letting His earth know He …