It’s easy enough to appreciate a little rain when we’re ready for it. Acknowledging the positive merits from a distance, admitting that it is a necessary part of life, and singing its praises after the fact when benefits are obvious to all. However, when caught by surprise standing out in a downpour with seemingly nowhere to turn, very few appreciative words seem to flow out the mouth. The boys have gotten good at reading the sky and knowing when to come in to hide away. Although there are times they misread the signs and can be seen running helter-skelter towards the house screaming, “Rain! Help Papa! It’s a hard rain!”
When the boys say “hard rain” they know what they are talking about. We may not live in the part of Kenya that has rainforests, but our 210 litre (55 gallon) rain barrel can fill up as fast as it takes to brew tea in one of those hard rains. This type of rain hurls itself at the ground with such massive force that mud splatter reaches the height of our mischievous three-year old. And of course the deafening noise from this rain as it beats down on our tin roof will leave all verbal communication meaningless. If we had more than two rainy seasons a year I think we’d all learn sign language. When the rains come life is altered.
Recently Benjamin’s class was out on the pitch doing pre-school PE skills, such as not falling down, when one of these hard rains surprised everyone. A few kids curled up in a fetal position, however, the majority of the class ran screaming towards the nearby covered court. Amidst the zigzagging high-pitched shrieks of the panicked, a lone walker stood out. The walking child didn’t appear to enjoy the pounding wetness any more than the others, but all his attention seemed to be given to what came after the rain.
It is often in the downpours of life that our actions show how our relationship with Christ has truly developed. These hard rains may pound us down but they also bring us the opportunity to grow closer to God as well as to use the moment to give Him the glory He is due. Sometimes we’re frantic with our own efforts to escape or survive on our own. Running, shrieking, fearful, and focused on the problem at hand as if it were the only thing worthy of our attention. Then there are those who seem to walk through the rain. Deliberate, steady, and ultimately focused on the shelter itself rather than the rain.
Hard rains, in all their unpleasantness, can be used as a litmus test to show us our true dependency on Christ. It’s always easy to be a follower in the sunshine but when dark clouds roll in, lightning flashes, and our friends run off leaving us standing alone in the cold rain it’s often a different story. I admit I have been known to do a little shrieking from time to time, but after watching that child walking in the rain, I know that the comfort and glory does not come in my own attempts to run through the rain but rather my walk with Christ when rains come.
“So tell me, what’s a little rain?” -MercyMe