C’mon, Rain! I can still hear Dad’s voice sounding in my ears. Sometimes, after a particularly dry spell, it seemed held out as a call and response prayer. Dad would call, “Come ONNN, Rain,” much like when he would call the cows. We kids would laugh. And wait for the rain to come.
Other times, after it had already begun to rain, Dad’s “C’mon, Rain!” seemed more a prayer of thanksgiving. We kids would smile. And while I can’t speak for my siblings, I can say that this kid was happy, at least for a few days, that we didn’t have to irrigate. And I am thankful to God for the rain that has come to our corner of the world, Nebraska in general, this past week. To nourish the earth. To fill creeks and ponds, lakes, and rivers. To give growth. To sustain life. I am also fasting and praying each Monday … calling out to God … that our leaders prioritize figuring out this immigration mess and stop separating migrant children from their parents. I know it’s complicated, but still. The words of a Hillsong favorite come to mind. Holy Spirit, rain down, rain down. Oh, Comforter and Friend, How we need Your touch again. Holy Spirit, rain down, rain down. Let Your power fall, Let Your voice be heard, Come and change our hearts As we stand on Your word. Holy Spirit, rain down. No eye has seen, no ear has heard, No mind can know what God has in store. So open up Heaven, open it wide, Over Your church and over our lives. We call out to you, O God. And we wait. Grace and peace … --Pastor Pat
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