I will tell you what happened to me some time ago when I was out West.
I wanted to reach the summit of one of the Western mountains. I had
been told that sunrise was very beautiful when seen from the summit.
We got up to the half-way house one afternoon, where we were to rest
till midnight, and then set out for the top. Soon a little party of us
started with a good guide. Before a great while it began to rain, and
then it became a regular storm of thunder and lightning. I thought
there was little use in going on, and said to the guide, "Guess we'd
better turn back; we won't see anything this morning, with all these
clouds." "Oh," said the guide, "I expect we'll soon get through these
clouds, and get above them, and then we'll have a glorious view." So
we went on, whilst the thunders were rumbling right about our ears.
But soon we began to get above the thunder-cloud; the air was quite
clear, and when the sun rose we had a splendid view of his rays as
they tinged the hilltops; and then, as the glorious sunshine began to
break on where we stood, we could see the dark cloud far beneath our
mountain height. That's what God's people want--to get into the clear
air above the stormy clouds, and to