rain

Who cut a channel for the downpours
and a way for blasts of thunder
to bring water to uninhabited land,
            a desert with no human
to saturate dry wasteland
            and make grass sprout?
Has the rain a father
            who brought forth drops of dew?
From whose belly does ice come;
            who gave birth to heaven’s frost? – Job 38:25-29 (CEB)

Here in southeast Wisconsin, we’ve had a lot of rain.

Rivers are above flood stage.  The ground is saturated.  We have standing water in our yard.

But beyond us, down river, the culmination of all of this rain flows to cities and town that didn’t see a drop fall from the sky.  In moderation, they reap the bounty of what they did not sow.  When we have excess, they suffer the penalty.

Even the rain that falls on my yard is not my own.  It is water that has gathered from oceans and yards I do not know.  The humidity gathered here will go on to other yards and other oceans.

Hurricane Gordon made landfall this week.  We ignore that here in Wisconsin because we are 1,000 miles from the coast.  But hurricanes don’t stop when they make landfall. Gordon should be here by Sunday.

The rain reminds me of how connected we are – that we are bound together by creation and a sovereign God. We give and we take; sometimes in moderation, sometimes in excess.  And we do so, focused on our own little world.  Oblivious to whether my rain is stealing from parched lands to my west or gorging the rivers to my south, I focus on whether it is too much or too little for me.

I can forget I am but a drop of rain rather than the ocean.

It doesn’t mean I am nothing but rather I am not the only thing.

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Maybe the rain can prompt me to prayer rather than the simple enjoyment of either a greener lawn or complaints about another dreary day:

…for those whose livelihoods depend on just enough rain
…for those who suffer from drought
…for those who fear the floods and hurricanes
…for those who grow our food in lands far away
…for those who depend on rain for their drinking water
…and for my connection to them all.

 

 

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