Words to the Body of Christ
Teaching the Everlasting Gospel of God's Kingdom
God's Treasure House
God brings forth the wind out of His treasures. The word treasure means "storehouse, or a magazine of weapons." Job also speaks of other treasure houses:
"Hast thou entered into the treasures of the snow? or hast thou seen the treasures of the hail, which I have reserved against the time of trouble, against the day of battle and war? By what way is the light parted, which scattereth the east wind upon the earth? Who hath divided a watercourse for the overflowing of waters, or a way for the lightning of thunder; to cause it to rain on the earth, where no man is; on the wilderness, wherein there is no man; to satisfy the desolate and waste ground; and to cause the bud of the tender herb to spring forth? Hath the rain a father? or who hath begotten the drops of dew?" Job 38:22-28
God has His storehouse of weapons. He is the God of the wind, the God of the snow, and the God of the hail. He calls these His treasures, and He uses these treasures as He needs them. Today, we see God using these treasures all over the earth to bring judgment where needed.
The winds can come as a gentle breeze, or as a hurricane, tornado, cyclone, or `noreaster'. Whatever the size of the wind, It is God who is in control. Snow can come to give the earth a clean coat, or as a blizzard. God also brings His treasures of hail. Hail destroys and causes much damage. Many today are blaming `mother nature' with our weather. They don't acknowledge the `Master of the Wind', who can bring the storms and can calm the storms, and make the sun shine again. By Keith Huff, NFM
[see also "God's Judgment Written on the Wind" by George Kirkpatrick]
The Master Of the Wind (Worship Song)
My boat of life sails on a troubled sea,
Ever there's a wind in my sails.
But I have a friend who watches over me,
When the breeze turns into a gale.
I know the Master of the wind
I know the Maker of the rain.
He can calm the storm,
And make the sun shine again.
I know the Master of the wind.
Sometimes I soar like an eagle in the sky,
Among the peace my soul can be found
An unexpected storm
may drive me from the heights,
Might bring me low,
but never brings me down.