Just a few drops…

dry landGod is good. After a time of drought in the high desert of Albuquerque, the rain has come, thanks be to God!

The last couple of years, I remember feeling a sense of glee and relief when any rain came. Standing out on the porch, our family would watch it with gratitude. Our son would get his Curious George rain boots out giddy to splash around.

Now, securely in the monsoon season, we’re ahead in rainfall. Rain has been in the forecast for days. Last night when it rained I noticed it for a moment and immediately fell back asleep. It’s still a miracle, but I’m used to it.

For me, the Gospel can feel the same way. When I’m feeling emotionally, physically and/or spiritually parched, unsure if I’ll ever hear good news again, a few drops of God’s grace are enough to bring me to my knees. Other times, I can hear God’s gift of love for me and smile for a moment, quickly moving on. Like the rain, the Gospel seems so much more glorious when it falls in parched places.

This Sunday the Gospel reading takes us to a parched place, the palace of Herod Antipas. In Mark 6:14-29 we are brought into a horrific drama ending in death. Yet in that parched place, the Good News of God’s love begins to drip down. It’s slow at first but it doesn’t take long for the heavens to open and the grace of God to pour.

If you’re feeling parched, unsure if you’ll ever hear Good News again, come to worship. God’s grace, love and mercy will flow. By the power of the Holy Spirit, a few drops may just fall on you.

See you Sunday…

God’s Peace,
Pr. Rachael