This blog is about rain! Bloomin’ rain. Living in West Wales we get our fair share of the stuff.
I drove for three hours in the rain today, and a large part of that was in a cloudburst, when visibility dropped, the roads were awash, and the windscreen wipers couldn’t keep up with it. Very very rarely for me, I was travelling with a passenger so I was a happy bunny. On a couple of occasions we paused to look at the flooded road, trying to gauge if my little buzzbomb would make it through. It was a happy adventure because my passenger was a bloke and I knew if we got stuck he would know what we should do, or certainly claim to. The great thing about men is that even when they don’t know what they’re doing, when they’re as lost as lost can be, they love nothing better than to assume control. They have the last word, the answer to everything. And the other even greater thing is, my sisters, it means that if things go horribly wrong, we can always blame them. Which is, surely, how God intended it when He made man the head of the family?
This is a photo of a Welsh mid-day. Hmmm.
It’s a happy happenstance when an unexpected adventure reinforces something you’ve been thinking about. Just two days ago I read
As the rain and the snow
come down from heaven,
and do not return to it
without watering the earth
and making it bud and flourish,
so that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater,
so is my word that goes out from my mouth:
it will not return to me empty,
but will accomplish what I desire
and achieve the purpose for which I sent it. Isaiah 55: 10 & 11
The idea that the rain doesn’t return to the sky without replenishing the crops and bringing relief to the world first, was a great thought. The water cycle is such a perfect system, and the teaching here is that there is no choice . We have no say in it. The system is proven and unalterable – nothing we can do will stop rain feeding the earth below. And the corollary is that there is nothing we can do to stop God’s word bearing fruit. Nothing anyone can do to stop it. The most rabid atheist or anti-Christian can’t stop the Word from bearing wonderful, amazing, life changing fruit.
Today I watched the water pouring from the fields, filling the drains to overflowing, little rapids forming in the gutters, the sky ladened with more water and more water and more water, and I thought of those verses, and of the depths and extravagant riches of the Bible, the layers of history and truth and revelation, all pouring out onto the earth below. Us.
So, here’s the thing. If we stand under the deluge, if we step out into that wonderful flood, it will do its work. We will bear fruit. No onerous hard work for us to do, just drink the water, immerse ourselves in it, swim in it, rejoice in it, frolic in it, let it soak into our skin and into our bones, become water babies…… submit to it. Submit and submit and revel and delight in it. I want to stand in that amazing waterfall for ever. I wonder if, in glory, we will still feast on the Word? I hope so.
You know when someone goes to bed but they have a thought as they leave the room, and they pause at the the door and return to say just one last little thing? Here’s mine – I’ve been given a little bottle of home made sloe gin. It’s a fabulous colour, clear ruby red, and although I don’t like spirits, I just knew this was going to be wonderful. So I unscrewed the top and had a sniff. And then a tiny taste. Then I rescued my oesophagus from the ceiling , and pushed my eyeballs back in their sockets.
Amazing grazing, yes indeedy.
Good night, whether you’re rain-soaked or not, God bless.