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Heavy Clouds

How much does a cloud weigh? I think dumb stuff like this all of the time. I thought it was dumb until I read Job 26.8, “He binds up the waters in his thick clouds, and the cloud is not split open under them.”

So, of course I Googled my question, “How much does a cloud weigh?” The first site I looked at had this quote, “A giant thunderhead may contain more than two billion pounds of water, but even a modest-sized cloud may contain water equivalent to the mass of a 747 jet. 

Two billion pounds is a lot. How can we get a grip on 2,000,000,000 pounds? Google... again. Rounded off you could put 447 Space Shuttles on the scales and it’d weigh two billion pounds. That seems excessive. So, let’s look at the little cloud. It weighs in at a mere 800,000 lbs. That is the weight of a fully loaded for flight 747 jet. You won't want to drop that little puffball on your toe either!

Clouds are everywhere. Generally we ignore them. We might think about them if we’re jogging and about to get soaked. Or we might think about them when we haven't seen the sun in a while or when we notice a stunning sunset. But for the most part, clouds are just up there floating around. 

Now, think about what Job said that God does. He wraps all of that tonnage in a vapor envelope and then leaves it just floating around up in the sky. Science has an explanation I am sure of it. However, my wonder still exists. 

Every day my Heavenly Father creates a new design with a gazillion pounds of water on an air lite canvas called the sky. Why? They can look fluffy and white or angry and threatening. Each one is different. Though I know that I have seen at least a few horseys in my life. 

Job’s point? God is great. Really great. Hugly great. 



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