If you’re going to say that tornadoes are God’s punishment for the sins committed in big liberal cities, then you’re also forced to say God can’t aim for crap, or that God is a war criminal who punishes the friends and families of unreachable enemies. By your own rules, that’s blasphemy, which means you’re due for a tornado yourself, which, by your measure of God means everyone within 1,000 km of you had better watch for stray tornadoes.
Matthew 5:45 covered what Christians should assume that God does about the weather: Nothing at all. It’s a self-running, hands-off system. Plan accordingly.
Cascade seen from Tunnel Mountain Drive. (at Banff, Alberta)
Mount Rundle and the Bow River Valley.
Everyone who was told how far down the road they could bike as kids can relate. (at Morley)
The one place that’s guaranteed to always have worse Victoria Day temperatures than anywhere in Canada.
On mom nom.
Classic Victoria Day long weekend weather. Southwestern #Alberta.
Bighorn sheep in Kananaskis Country, Alberta.
Kananaskis Country, which, so long as it’s kept from being designated an actual park, is at risk. (at Nakiska)