Rain.

For as the rain and the snow come down from heaven, and do not return there until they have watered the earth, making it bring forth and sprout, giving seed to the sower and bread to the eater, so shall my word be that goes out from my mouth; it shall not return to me empty,but it shall accomplish that which I purpose, and succeed in the thing for which I sent it.For you shall go out in joy, and be led back in peace; the mountains and the hills before you shall burst into song, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands.Instead of the thorn shall come up the cypress; instead of the brier shall come up the myrtle; and it shall be to the LORD for a memorial,for an everlasting sign that shall not be cut off.
- Isaiah, Chapter 55:10-13

Running in the Rain, from the Rain, to the Rain

Recently, its been raining alot. It comes and yet there is more than sound to it. There is power in those trillions of drops. The earth absorbs the rain and from that there is abundant growth. Rain sustains life. Rain sustains us. We would die without rain.

We use umbrellas to keep us from getting wet. We devise all sorts of ways to keep the rain at bay. I remember seeing a little boy running in the rain. He laughed as he ran and had his mouth open and his tongue out. He did not mind getting wet. In fact, he seemed to love it. He ran and ran through it, his mouth wide open, drinking the rain and laughing.

Isaiah writes of rain as the power and love of God. There is a purpose to God’s rain, God’s love. For we hide from love, for love can hurt us. If it rains real hard, when love comes to us hard and real, we even close our eyes because it hurts. If we are frightened, we may even cry tears from the rain that flows through our bodies.

Love asks a lot of us. We have all sorts of umbrellas to protect us from the exacting demands of love. Yet, love is the one thing in life that we can trust, for love is from God and there is a purpose to it. We do not always see that, and so we shield ourselves. But God still sends the rain, still sends his love. If we knew what it was that God sends us, we would run through it with each other and laugh and drink all the way. We would love getting drenched.

Think of it this way - for it was God on the far side of that crazy storm, drenching me with the rain of his love as I ran toward him.

Anyone wanna join me in the rain?