Psalm 29 awakens the slothful and sentimental postmodern soul. Have you read it recently?
A Psalm of David. Ascribe to the Lord, O sons of the mighty, Ascribe to the Lord glory and strength. Ascribe to the Lord the glory due to His name; Worship the Lord in holy array.
The voice of the Lord is upon the waters; The God of glory thunders, The Lord is over many waters. The voice of the Lord is powerful, The voice of the Lord is majestic. The voice of the Lord breaks the cedars; Yes, the Lord breaks in pieces the cedars of Lebanon. He makes Lebanon skip like a calf, And Sirion like a young wild ox.
The voice of the Lord hews out flames of fire. The voice of the Lord shakes the wilderness; The Lord shakes the wilderness of Kadesh. The voice of the Lord makes the deer to calve And strips the forests bare; And in His temple everything says, “Glory!”
The Lord sat as King at the flood; Yes, the Lord sits as King forever. The Lord will give strength to His people; The Lord will bless His people with peace. (Psalms 29)
We can consider the reference to the flood as simply another so-called "natural" event of cataclysmic proportions and stop there, or we can see God calmly presiding over the death of all living creatures as one man's family and a few dumb beasts rode the waves in their ark. It seems clear the universal flood of judgment is also to come to mind.
So thunder and lightning and floods and the Flood and judgment and flames of fire and deer calving and forests stripped bare--this is the glory and strength of our God! Did our worship this morning, the music and prayers and preaching, have this in mind? Seeing His majesty, every last one of us must cry out "Glory!"
Jonathan Edwards tells us before conversion his soul used to tremble at thunder, but afterwards thunder was something he found peculiarly comforting; even delightful. But when the Roman Emperor Caligula heard thunder, he crawled under his bed.