The rain this morning came down hard – very hard and then just like that the sun was out and the day was bright. The sky is darkening again as I believe a storm is rolling in and I have to smile to myself about this. Because after every storm there is a calm. A calm promised to us by God through the magic of that rainbow given to Noah as a covenant that the world would never flood over again.
I have wondered many times how Christians in third world countries feel when a tsunami hits and washes away their lives or when torrential rains come down so hard that everything including people are washed away. Do they remember the rainbow or do they feel as though God has forsaken them? How would I feel?
I have lived through a lot of metaphorical storms in my life and in the midst of them all I couldn’t believe that there was ever going to be light again. I couldn’t imagine the rain stopping and a rainbow appearing because I didn’t trust those moments of calm – so few and far between.
Then, somewhere along the broken road I found God. I mean, I thought I already had God, but I actually FOUND Him and that made the world a different place to be. Suddenly there was light in the darkest of days. Suddenly there was hope for the future even if I had no clue what that future was to hold. Suddenly the calm would wash over me and I could trust it to always return and more importantly I knew that no matter how dark the shadows were the Light was always there.
I began to use images in my head. Just like a storm. If the sky is covered in clouds of black is the sun or moon not still there and shining bright? Just because I can’t see the sun doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist on that day. It simply means something is clouding the view.
I look up to see the Son in the midst of a black world and I know that there is light and that has changed everything.