With all the SNOW in the mid-Atlantic and Northeast areas, I am thankful for the gentle rain that’s been falling here.
In fact, I love days when it rains all day. The drops glistening on the branches. The sky a downy gray that’s like a comforter on the sky. The misty distance that is a visual reminder to “Be still” and submit to God’s sovereignty.
What do you do on rainy days? Jump in puddles? Carry a bright umbrella? Or are you making a dash to the door, the mail held up over your head?
I enjoyed being a part of a women’s Bible study this morning and then made a quick dash into the local grocery store we frequent. My rain boots on, I didn’t mind the puddles and even reveled in sloshing through them.
Once home, I unloaded the groceries and then made a bite of lunch. All pretty mundane things really–and so was my lunch (a turkey and cheddar cheese sandwich).
Then I tackled a job I had put off since right after Christmas: removing the sticky spots of evergreen sap from our hardwood floor.
First, I tried WD-40 as it has worked on sticky things before with applause. It gave the floor a nice shine but the scent wasn’t too swell and the sap didn’t budge. Then I tried a little Bon-Ami and some elbow grease. No change, although the nice shine was now a bit milky. I was getting frustrated and as I looked at the floor, I noticed the area was even larger than I had first thought. Frustrations increased.
So out it came: a razor blade in its handy holder. Carefully I ran it along the floor–and the spots popped off. Some took a little more work (and sometimes a bit of the varnish came, too–oops), but it removed them all. A quick vacuum and mopping, and the floor looked smooth and happy again.
And so was I. Back to the table I went, and sat down to do a word study in a theology dictionary recently given to me. I looked up “rain”.
As you probably would expect, the Bible normally uses the word rain to mean…you guessed it…RAIN, as in that wet precipitation that falls from a gray sky, glistens on branches, and makes a mist in the air. But here was something I didn’t know before!
Look at Luke 7:37-38.
“And behold, a woman of the city, who was a sinner, when she learned that he [Jesus] was reclining at table in the Pharisee’s house, brought an alabaster flask of ointment, and standing behind him at his feet, weeping, she began to wet his feet with her tears and wiped them with the hair of her head and kissed his feet and anointed them with the ointment.”
The word translated “to wet” to describe how her tears fell is actually the Greek word for RAINED. Literally, her tears rained on Jesus’ feet.
I’ve cried like that. Not over sap marks on the floor, mind you, but in many deeper and more difficult times. You probably have, too, I’m sure. And, dear one, there’s no better place to take those tears–those hurts and trials and troubles–than to the feet of Jesus.
Sometimes there’s hard work, hard decisions, hard things to face. Sometimes tears fall. Sometimes it rains. Jesus is always there.