Thoughts on the New Creation: Will It Ever Rain?
It rained last night: While I was restless; while I was quiet; while I listened. The thunder and lightning flashed and hurled their clapping hands together and kept me awake.
I didn’t look out my window or opened the shades to fain an interest.
I knew what it meant, opening the blinds would
make no difference only require an intrusion
upon what nature and God had designed to happen. I had seen it before and yet, last night was different.
The ping, ping, ping, ping, of hail and rain at first confused me.
“Is it raining?” I thought.
“No, it’s just a short passing burst of desert heat. A mirage that sounded for a brief moment and paused in bas-relief.
“It is just an opening salvo of a windy desert sandstorm that would cloud out any hope of change and blow right over,” said the oppressive dust of disbelief.
But there it was, not an empty shell but a cup full of blessings. Not a vapor of empty words but puddles that dotted the landscape in the morning.
Last night was different. While I slept God blessed me. While I slept the desert changed and in the morning the world was new!