It’s raining again, or should I say it is still raining. It’s been raining all weekend. And not just rain, but tornados and hailstorms, and thunder and lightning.
And the rain keeps coming. It seems appropriate, after all this is a solemn week for a believer. Holy Week begins with a triumphant entry, and as the week draws to an end there is a shift in thoughts, a shift in support, a shift in attitude and the very one they cheered for, they now chastise. The one to whom they cried Hosanna in the highest at the beginning of the week, they now jeer crucify him at the end of the week.
And so it happened. He was crucified and buried. Not because the people wanted it, but because the people (all people) needed it.
For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God .(Romans 3:23)
We all like sheep have gone astray, each of us had turned to our own way, and the LORD has laid on Him the iniquity of us all. (Isaiah 53:6)
So the rain and the gloom seem appropriate. It is a dark time for the believer. This week is to be revered, a time for reflection. And a rainy day is a good time to be still and think, to be still and remember.
So as I sit here in my bed (puppy at my side) listening to the rain, and the thunder, I am grateful. Grateful for a God who is all just and all mercy.
A God who is alive.
A God who is all grace and all truth.
A God who needs me not, but knows how much I need Him.
A God who provided a sacrifice to atone for my sin.
A God who waits at the window for a disobedient child to return.
A God who cares for me and about me. A God who offers to let me join Him in His plan, His will, and His ways.
A God that I cannot possibly understand, because the finite can never fully grasp the infinite. And yet He reveals Himself to me in the most fascinating ways.
And as the rain grows stronger and the daylight approaches, I long to rise and praise Him as I remember how the stone rolled away, the grave was empty and He was alive. Victorious over death, so that one day I could be with Him forever!
I long for a sunny Easter, but the weatherman says it is not gonna happen.
But the Son will shine, even though the sun won’t.