An apt metaphor

On my way home from lunch today, it started to drizzle and then it soon became a heavy downpour. While seeking temporary shelter in the car, I started reflecting on a story that I read not too long ago from my friend's blog. Coincidentally, I received a text message from my colleague talking about how it always rain on Good Friday.

One rainy afternoon I was driving along one of the main streets of town, taking those extra precautions necessary when the roads are wet and slick. Suddenly, my daughter, Aspen ,
spoke up from her relaxed position in her seat. “Dad, I’m thinking of something.”

This announcement usually meant she had been pondering some fact for a while, and was now ready to expound all that her six-year-old mind had discovered. I was eager to hear.

“What are you thinking?” I asked.

“The rain!” she began, “is like sin, and the windshield wipers are like God wiping our sins away.”

After the chill bumps raced up my arms I was able to respond. “That’s really good, Aspen.”

Then my curiosity broke in. How far would this little girl take this revelation? So I asked… “Do you notice how the rain keeps on coming? What does that tell you?” Aspen didn’t hesitate one moment with her answer:

“We keep on sinning, and God just keeps on forgiving us.”

I will always remember this whenever I turn my wipers on. Isn’t it distressing to know that when you forward this message you will not send it to many on your address list because
you’re not sure what they believe, or what they will think of you for sending it to them.

Funny how we can be more worried about what other people think of us than what God thinks of us.

In order to see the Rainbow, you must first endure some Rain.

Dear God, I do not have the fancy words and the right words in my head. But THANK YOU for dying on the cross for me. My sins must cause as much pain as those nails they drove into your hands and feet - my selfishness *thump* my materialism *thump* my failure to truly forgive *thump* my judgmental streak *thump* my pride *thump* my doubts in you *thump* The hurt I cause you is nothing compared to the hurts that I have experienced, yet you never once casted a judgment on me or disowned me. Despite all that you’ve done for me Lord, I have time and time again turn my back against you and walk away from you. And yet you’ve always welcomed me back into your arms and blessed me in more ways than I can ever imagine. Sorry Lord, for all the crown of thorns and the nails I drove into your head, hands and feet. How blessed am I to be called your daughter. Amen.