Oh, God! Rain down on us!
Make a mess!
Then, leave it be.
Leave it be.
Why do we so often use the image of water to describe the way that God seems to work?
“Rain down on us.”
“There’s a river of life.”
“The Spirit flows like a river.”
There’s never a puddle of God.
Nor a pond or lake.
Yeah, there are “still waters” that God leads us beside.
And, God’s love can stream toward us.
Love can even drip on us!
“Drip, drop, drip, drop.”
God’s Spirit may be like a flood that washes away the debris that clutters our heart.
There may be torrents and great, crashing breakers.
But, no “crick full o’ minnows and crawdads.”
God’s water never erodes.
There are no divine mudslides.
Why is there no heavenly glacier?
Ice is water. Hard and cold.
That describes the god of some people.
Glaciers grinding grooves into the bedrock of their lives.
Not the glorious gray grooves of the brain.
Rather, they are gory gashes graven into their heart.
No, not that kind of water.
We only want water that washes and refreshes.
The kind that can slake the thirst of our parched souls.
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