Rev 16:21
And there fell upon men a great hail out of heaven,every stone about the weight of a talent: and men blasphemed God because of the plague of the hail; for the plague thereof was exceeding great.
a talent = @ 70 lbs.
Nothing could stand 70 lb. hailstones!
I like Tissot, but #17...I don't see any happy expressions there!
...for some reason, I don't know why, but Blake's work makes me squirm inside, it's...uncomfortable somehow.
You and me both. Awhile back Mary-Lou and I contemplated what it must have been like actually to be Blake, and her reaction was "Yikes!"
By the time Rev. 16 finally rolls around, God will be through messing around--He'll be playing for keeps. But it's not like He hasn't warned everyone....
Tissot's puzzled me, too; I decided it shows a quiet moment of contentment sans exuberance, although that choice seems odd. I guess ol' James is entitled: I saw Nicklaus cold-top a fairway wood, and Wilt miss a slamdunk, so even the greats....