The earth hears the rain. It feels it. It knows of its presence. The world can’t help but acknowledge its existence. The rain makes people acknowledge that it is there and forces them to put up with its constant down pour of annoying drips and drops, or take cover under a simple, yet effective, piece of clothe formed around metal bars.
Rain is so harmless…. but can’t be denied its existence. It rains in the east. It rains in the west. It pours in the south, and cascades in the north. It’s so simple, but yet so forceful. We cannot help but try and learn something from the rain.
It’s not a threat in itself, but put a force behind it and it’s a natural disaster worth running away from. How can we not learn from the rain? It’s there. It persists. But by itself, it is harmless. This is how I view the Christian life. We as Christians are nothing but a rain drop hoping for the world to accept and acknowledge what we have to say. Yes we are noticed, but not respected by our passerbyers. They only stop, stare and move on.
We are nothing alone. But send us in, together, surrounded by our fellow brothers and sisters pouring forth in a cascade never before seen! Put a man on the front lines with nothing to fear except the God he serves and you will win a battle. Now put millions of them together in one onslaught and you will win lives.
As they cascade down across the region, they are not there by random chance but by the command of something greater then themselves. Someone I should say, a God with a wrath like the scorch of the sun, but a love as tranquil as calm seas. He stands above us as we make our onslaught on the evils of this world and try to help people realize their original sin. He casts down His wrath like lightning and commands his men and women at arms with the Word like clashing thunder. A storm so strong and glorious, it’s as if the earth stops to listen, and all other noise and commotion, every other occurrence and plan set before it crumbles beneath its presence. That’s what it is like to be one with the Father, a force worth reckoning with.
Yes we all drizzle down from the sky every once and a while putting forth what we have to say and trying to get those wandering people to see the truth, but when we stand with a glorious cloud, a ruler of the sky who won’t take just recognition but demands respect, honor and glory. No one can help but run for cover and wait and listen as the rain pours, and the thunder booms across the valleys and the lightning screeches across the sky.
But what about the first drop? Alone a drop of water is well, just a drop of water, but when it falls from the sky it brings an ominous presence with it. Don’t underestimate the power of any single drop of rain for all it takes is one drop to start a downpour or to make one person at a time look up and stare at the sky.
The first drop, a single drop of rain, is the storm’s runner. It delivers its message so simply and clearly to the people below. As a raindrop is a storm’s runner, we are God’s runners. All it takes is the voice of one man to bring God’s word and to start the tides. It takes only one drop of rain to make a person look up and see the billowing, dark, and monstrous clouds that he failed to notice until the runner finally delivered its message. The runner has come. Were here, waiting, just staring at the sky. We were fearfully and wonderfully made. So let’s sit and listen to the rain.
-Dan Beal
Rain is so harmless…. but can’t be denied its existence. It rains in the east. It rains in the west. It pours in the south, and cascades in the north. It’s so simple, but yet so forceful. We cannot help but try and learn something from the rain.
It’s not a threat in itself, but put a force behind it and it’s a natural disaster worth running away from. How can we not learn from the rain? It’s there. It persists. But by itself, it is harmless. This is how I view the Christian life. We as Christians are nothing but a rain drop hoping for the world to accept and acknowledge what we have to say. Yes we are noticed, but not respected by our passerbyers. They only stop, stare and move on.
We are nothing alone. But send us in, together, surrounded by our fellow brothers and sisters pouring forth in a cascade never before seen! Put a man on the front lines with nothing to fear except the God he serves and you will win a battle. Now put millions of them together in one onslaught and you will win lives.
As they cascade down across the region, they are not there by random chance but by the command of something greater then themselves. Someone I should say, a God with a wrath like the scorch of the sun, but a love as tranquil as calm seas. He stands above us as we make our onslaught on the evils of this world and try to help people realize their original sin. He casts down His wrath like lightning and commands his men and women at arms with the Word like clashing thunder. A storm so strong and glorious, it’s as if the earth stops to listen, and all other noise and commotion, every other occurrence and plan set before it crumbles beneath its presence. That’s what it is like to be one with the Father, a force worth reckoning with.
Yes we all drizzle down from the sky every once and a while putting forth what we have to say and trying to get those wandering people to see the truth, but when we stand with a glorious cloud, a ruler of the sky who won’t take just recognition but demands respect, honor and glory. No one can help but run for cover and wait and listen as the rain pours, and the thunder booms across the valleys and the lightning screeches across the sky.
But what about the first drop? Alone a drop of water is well, just a drop of water, but when it falls from the sky it brings an ominous presence with it. Don’t underestimate the power of any single drop of rain for all it takes is one drop to start a downpour or to make one person at a time look up and stare at the sky.
The first drop, a single drop of rain, is the storm’s runner. It delivers its message so simply and clearly to the people below. As a raindrop is a storm’s runner, we are God’s runners. All it takes is the voice of one man to bring God’s word and to start the tides. It takes only one drop of rain to make a person look up and see the billowing, dark, and monstrous clouds that he failed to notice until the runner finally delivered its message. The runner has come. Were here, waiting, just staring at the sky. We were fearfully and wonderfully made. So let’s sit and listen to the rain.
-Dan Beal
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