40 Days and 40 Nights, The Water Started Risin'!
“He gives rain on the earth, and sends water on the fields.”
“For to the snow He says, ‘fall on the earth,’ and to the downpour and the rain, ‘Be strong!’
“Who covers the heavens with clouds, Who provides rain for the earth, Who makes grass to grow on the mountains.”
“He gives rain on the earth,
and sends water on the fields.”
Wise/Aldrich, who drew this little cartoon, obviously live somewhere in the east, Midwest or other places where rain happens.
I talked to someone this morning who occasionally visits a lovely woman who lives in Oregon, and I wistfully asked, “and it rains there?” "Yes," he replied, “it does.”
Reading the Times yesterday about beautiful little Catalina Island residents having to cut back on their water usage by another 40-50% filled me with sadness. You may not remember The Four Preps singing:
“Twenty-six miles across the sea,
Santa Catalina is a-waitin’ for me,
Santa Catalina, the island of romance,
Romance, romance, romance!
Water all around it everywhere,
Tropical trees and the salty air,
But for me the thing that’s a-waitin’ there, romance!"
(Glen Larson & Bruce Belland)
My family, some years ago, used to rent little houses close to the beach on Catalina Island, invite everybody we knew to come over to visit, and have the best time ever. Water wasn’t a problem and as soon as I cleaned
that little place from top to bottom with bleach, meal service began. When the great white steamer left at the end of the day with all the visitors, Catalina was quiet, empty, and the kids could go and come as they liked. Good times.
Catalina now is 3-minute showers or less and save the run-off for plants. Restaurants are using water left over in customers' glasses to mop floors. Laundry is shipped back over here as nobody’s
running their Maytag now.
The point of this is, while we, drought-ridden folks that we are, watching our trees die and our geraniums wilt, aren’t having to face
the Catalina Island extremes. Noah’s flood is beginning to look pretty good.
“...or the anger of the LORD will be kindled against you, and He will shut
up the heavens so that there will be no rain and the ground will not yield its fruit; and you will perish quickly from the good land which the LORD is giving you.” (Deut. 11:17)
I’m not any sort of a prophet, but I wonder sometimes if God isn’t mighty tired of the way people are treating Him. God is banned here, banned there. Removed from here, removed from there. Just saying...
We pray for rain. I'm sure you do, too. We had such hopes last winter for El Nino, which never materialized and now the weather people are telling us we have another dry winter ahead.
I’ve been reading Job lately, where some of those verses up in the beginning are from. Rain is mentioned a lot in the Bible and it frequently looks like a gift.
Of course, we have all the places where there’s been way too much rain, but it would be so nice if we all prayed for rain and kind of employed that 2 Chronicles 7:14 thing:
“If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and
I will forgive their sin and will heal their land.”
We might be able to quit saying that brown is the new green.