THE RAIN

A RAINY DAY “…but one soldier thrust his lance into his side, and immediately blood and water flowed out.” We never hear how you played in the rain. As a child did you puddle-jump and stick out your tongue in an I-thirst yearning? As you danced in the rain circling around in the drops, did your memory leap frog like a sundial back to Noah’s flood? Back to the rescuing salvation as you shivered at the prospect of the cross that would make it whole? Did you stand on the shore of the Sea of Galilee, wondering what would happen if you tried the light fantastic on the gulping waves? On a rainy day did you have a predilection of your power sinking into deep jugs of waiting water, breathing your intoxicating Spirit and bringing forth the sweet aroma of the best wine saved for last? As the rain fell into the town well did you have any idea of sitting by the well of Jacob’s bounty, asking the town’s shunned woman for a drink to slake your thirst and talking to her about water that would refresh and renew her soul? On rainy days as you wiped the mud from your feet, did you plan one day to wash the feet of those who reverently called you Master? On a rainy day as the raindrops trickled down your sunny face did you ever imagine the water that would run with your last drops of lifeblood from your pierced side? On rainy days I think of the waters of Baptism where you planted my roots in a community that celebrates your splendor and assured me of my ability to grow, and I give thanks for all the living waters you have poured into my life.