It’s been more than a month since we’ve seen any sign of rain. Today, on the way to dance class, I thought I felt a very slight touch of the shortest little drizzle ever. I thought I was imagining things, but then one of the other ladies said that it had drizzled a little on her way to class as well, so I have hopes!
On the way home from class I saw a post on Facebook that said it had rained in the west, but only for a short time. My path took me past all the sad vegetation that I’ve watched wilt and dehydrate in the unrelenting heat for weeks, and I can’t help but feel sad that most people don’t seem to care. They’re more upset about the weather and the haze because it inconveniences them or makes them feel ill, than the fact that it’s an obvious sign that something is wrong that’s bigger than just their tiny little lives.
I mean, just look at this. Just a few weeks back this was a lush new planting of a roadside landscaping project. And now, it’s just pathetic.
Have you ever seen bird’s nest ferns look quite so tragic? I haven’t. I live on a tropical island. We’re right smack on the equator. We have rain all the time. Right? It used to be a running joke that we don’t have seasons here, we just have two variations to our climate: hot and wet, and hotter and wetter.
I’m told that the ti plant is really quite hardy, but look at this. I don’t even know if they can revive if the rains start tonight and everything goes back to normal. Walking down this road used to be a real treat, watching their red leaves waving merrily. I’m waiting to see what the town council will do if everything fails to revive.
These are two views of what used to be the green field across the road from my estate. I mean, seriously, just look at the devastation. It’s thoroughly depressing.
I was kinda upset when I saw, about a week ago, a line that was supposedly a quote from a government minister telling residents to stop watering their plants to conserve water. It was on a page of a newspaper that someone next to me on my morning commute was holding. It felt like a confirmation that the society I live in puts no value at all in anything except what can give them more personal comfort, convenience and pleasure. Everything else can go to hell.
It’s a micro-level look at the global attitude towards climate change and all the other problems that it’s obvious our planet is experiencing, isn’t it? We don’t care what happens to nature. It’s just there to look nice and give us something nice to look at, and that only when it’s convenient and easy to maintain.
I’m not saying I think we should go green and all become tree huggers who would prioritise flora and fauna over human lives, but I do think we should think a little more about what we really understand of the fact that taking care of creation was the first job, the first command, that God ever gave to mankind… and He never rescinded it.
We think it’s so amazing when some people put their jobs above all else and reach great heights… at the expense of their health and their families. We think it’s awesome when people show such dedication to their jobs and such love for their employers that they’d sacrifice all sorts of things to get the job done and avoid making their employer disappointed.
Do we realise that God gave us this job and that most of us don’t even care? Were we paying attention when we got the memo?
Lord, I don’t ask for rain because I’m sick and tired of the heat and dryness, even though I am indeed sick and tired of the heat and dryness. I ask for rain because your creation is crying out for relief, and so few people care, or are able to do much even if they do care, and only You can bring the rain that heals and restores and gives new life. I ask for rain because we need a reminder of how nature, which You created, it the only thing that restores nature, of which we are a part. I ask for rain because so many people are praying for it and it hasn’t come, and though we don’t know why, I think about how some of these praying people may be children or young believers who may not understand why their requests seem ignored and may not know how to deal with Your silences.
I ask for rain because I know now what physical dryness is, when previously I only knew emotional and spiritual dryness, and I thought that I knew everything there was to know about them… and this physical dryness has shown me more things about the spirit than I knew before. And I wish to see the physical rain that will help me visualise the power of spiritual rain.
Jesus, bring the rain.