God is in the rain
October 17th, 2011 § Leave a Comment
Our base leader, Jan, just returned from an outreach to the remote Kenyan tribes last week. He got to tell us one story while we were at the following staff meeting.
He told us that they got to go to a tribe that had never seen anyone outside their tribe before, no tourists, no foreigners, so definitely no missionaries. The area that they visited was in the middle of a overdrawn drought for the last several months, all of the people there didn’t have enough of anything because the rain had not come.
So Jan and the team started to pray outwardly for the people, and for rain.
Then some clouds started forming out of nowhere, clouds that the people had never seen the likes of before began to roll in over the village.
Then downpour.
Everywhere they went it would start to rain like this. In every tribe that had never seen a missionary, they saw rain for the first time in forever. People started asking the team who they prayed to and worshiped because obviously the team’s God was the mighty God.
More mighty than any of the Gods that they knew.
So, for the people in those remote locations of Kenya, God was in the rain.
What does it take for us “westerners” to see God?
Do we see God in the beauty of nature, the wonder of technology, or the uniqueness of relationships? Do we see God in a child’s face, in the heartbeat, in a weeping moment? What makes us really realize who God is, and what He does?
Is it as simple and natural as the rain?
Or do we need more in our technological world that seems to do magic every time we look at or touch a screen? Have we rationalized ourselves out of His wonder that he wants to show us? Or do we use this logic to understand how it all connects together?
You see, the people in Kenya needed God because he brought the rain, the life that they needed to survive in their own. Have we over-comforted ourselves out of needing anything from God? Or do we need Him in different ways as a society and culture? Is that okay?
I personally see God in the quantum, existential and the rain. It never fails to connect the sky to the earth, me to my trampoline, or gravity to new life.
Miss Mykell
