Cloudy
What are those things?
I am not sure…they look like funny looking glasses…let me google them…it says they are called sunglasses.
Oh…what are they used for?
It says they are supposed to keep the sun out of our eyes.
Oh…why would we need those?
From Cloudy, a song written by Simon and Garfunkel:
Hey sunshine.
I haven’t seen you for a long time.
Why don’t you show your face and bend my mind?
Yes please, bend my mind. I am ready.
I miss the sun.
I am sick of clouds. I am sick of rain.
And while I complain, clouds of disaster are working their evil in the Carolinas. A report I heard this morning talked about a river that was considered at flood level when just 3 to 5 feet over normal. They were expecting the level to reach 62 feet.
In spite of our seemingly never-ending clouds and showers, we had an awesome weekend.
We rode our bikes, we hiked at Great Falls.
Great Falls National Park has a startling reminder of disasters from the past that puts flooding in perspective. A tall post with signs from years past marking the water levels of previous floods that have lifted the Potomac River to unimaginable heights in that area. Hard to imagine as you look down at the rapids below from the overlooks, that the water level could be six or so more feet above where you are standing.
Our sermon this morning at church was a continuation of a series called The Wilderness, Growing in Faith When Life is Hard.
The Wilderness, a metaphor for difficult times, and how hard it is sometimes to find your way out. And this morning’s message specifically… isn’t it amazing how God brings people into our lives at such times to help us through.
Isn’t that the truth, I could write a book about that, or maybe more accurately my wife and I live that every day. I might already be writing that book.
And the scripture this morning was from Numbers with Moses and his party three days into the wilderness and “the cloud of the Lord was over them by day when they set out from the camp.”
The “cloud of the Lord.”
I have never thought of God in the clouds.
Maybe I am being too hard on the clouds.
Maybe God is in my clouds too.
I have written before of my friend Joe who passed away earlier this year and that he had a box full of vegetable seeds which were divided up amongst friends to keep the Veggie Joe legacy alive.
My first attempt earlier in the season didn’t go well but the later seeds did take and finally, I have some tomatoes.
But they are green tomatoes.
And without the sun I am afraid they may never see red.
The forecast is for a couple more days of rain from the remnants of what was Hurricane Florence finally reaching our area.
So God, forgive me for always assuming evil in the clouds.
And I pray you put people in the lives of those affected by hurricanes, rain, flooding, and other wilderness situations just as you did in the lives of Kim and me.
I pray that you show your face and bend my mind.
And please if you would, turn Joe’s tomatoes red.
Amen