the drops fall hard and fast; this is not the slow rain of the lush valley. the thirsty ground reacts counterintuitively to the quenching drops, as if it has passed the point of thirst to reject what it so desperately needs: water. it treats the water as a man freezing to death treats his clothes, rejecting them in his dying moments as he welcomes the delusion of heat. the drops hit the dry ground and barely penetrate, condensing into rivulets and running over the dust to pool in gullies and rocky basins. cultivated ground fairs better, having been prepared to welcome the life-giving deluge. green leaves used to hiding from the sun’s harsh rays uncurl and turn upwards to the sustaining elixir. when the rain all too quickly passes the ground shakes off the moisture in a momentary mist of evaporation, returning to its brown lifeless state as quickly as a dreamer waking.
it’s a commonly held misconception that a dying man will do anything to avert death, welcoming with lightning speed the remedy for his malady. in reality, humanity rejects on a daily basis preventative cures. people choose to ignore trends in their lives that hasten mortality and put bandaids on gunshot wounds. this is not simply a physical trend, but a relational and spiritual one as well. like the dry ground, we reject the very thing that produces life in the belief that we do not need it when in fact death is crouching at the door.
the good news is the rain will keep falling on both the just and the unjust. we can make our ground ready to welcome the rain and have lives that produce life. illnesses happen, relationships break down, mistakes are made but we can grow and improve through it all. cultivate your life now so that someday your fruit will bless those around you.
No comments:
Post a Comment