From “The Staff of Moses” by Said Nursi
Then the atmosphere, which is a place of wonders, begins to proclaim thunderously to that traveler who has arrived in the world as a guest:
“Look at me! You can discover and know through me the One Whom you are seeking, the One Who has sent you to the world!”
The traveler looks at the apparently sour, but compassionate face of the atmosphere, and listens to its roaring messages, awesome, yet laden with glad tidings.
The traveler comes to observe the following:
The clouds, suspended between the sky and the earth, water the garden of the world in a most wise and merciful fashion:
1. bringing the water of life to the inhabitants of the earth,
2. modifying the natural heat of life, and
3. running to provide aid wherever it is needed.
Having fulfilled these and other duties, like a well-organized army that reveals or conceals itself instantaneously according to the commands given to it, the vast clouds, filling the atmosphere, suddenly hide themselves, retiring to rest with their constituent parts so that no trace can be seen.
Then, when they receive the command: “March forth to pour down rain!” the clouds come together in an hour, or in a few minutes, filling the atmosphere and standing as though in readiness for further orders from their commander.
Next the traveler looks at the winds and sees that the air is employed wisely and generously in so many tasks that it is as if each of the unconscious atoms of the inanimate air were able to hear and understand the orders coming from the Sovereign of the universe. Without neglecting a single one of them, it carries out its Master’s orders in a perfectly methodical fashion, through the Power of the Sovereign. That is:
1. it gives breath to all beings on the earth,
2. conveys to all living creatures the heat, light, and electricity they need, and
3. transmits sound, as well as aiding in the pollination of plants.
It is employed by an unseen Hand in these universal tasks in an extremely conscious, knowledgeable, and life-sustaining manner.
The traveler then looks at the rain and sees that in these delicate, shining, and sweet drops that have been sent from a hidden treasury of Mercy there are so many merciful gifts and tasks that it is as if mercy itself were embodied in rain and flowing forth from the Divine treasury in the form of drops. It is for this reason that rain is called “mercy.”
Then the traveler looks at the lightning and listens to the thunder and sees that both of these, too, are employed in the most amazing and wonderful tasks.
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