It’s been raining off and on all day today.
We’ve needed it.
Even though it always feels like it is going to rain in Houston, we often have terrible times of drought – the feeling of impending rain is the deceptive power of humidity at work.
The rain is especially of note today as I prepare for my upcoming sermon at Ecclesia Houston. I’ll be speaking primarily on the Parable of the Sower in Matthew 13:1-23; however, I’m also bringing in a couple of significant passages from the Old Testament to help round out what I believe Jesus was getting at in this story about sower, seeds, and soils.
One of these passages is Psalm 107:35-38:
Yet he transforms a dry, lonely desert into pools of living water, parched ground into lively springs.
And He allows those who are hungry to live there so that they might build a livable city.
There they sow fields and plant vineyards and gather up an abundant harvest.
He anoints them with His blessings, and they greatly increase in number. He does not allow their herds to dwindle. (The Voice)
I reflect on those of us who are in a season of drought and those of us who seem to perpetually be caught in a cycle of drought. I look up and I watch rain spatter my window panes with messy splotches of nature’s grace, so desperately needed for the ground below.
Jesus told stories from real life for a reason. He wanted us to be able to be reminded over and over again by the perpetual physicality of our world that His reality is much bigger and wilder than the reality we experience internally.
I may be a desert right now, and maybe you are, too. Maybe we see rain clouds and it seems that everyone around us is experiencing life-giving, thirst-quenching water. Maybe we feel hopeless because it’s been days, months, years since we’ve felt a big, messy drop of grace-rain water us and make us grow.
But a season is just a season – and our hope is in the One who delights in using words like “abundant” and “blessings” and “greatly increase” to describe the soil that seems barren.
So the next time you see a a few drops of rain patter against your window and dribble down the walls of your dwelling place, be reminded:
His rain is not just for the good soil, but for the desert, too.