I have a short story I recite with my son–
And then the worms come out
Then the birds eat the worms.
You will notice it is both a celebration and a cautionary tale.
The worms don’t fare so well.
But at this point the story is almost entirely mythic. It does not rain here. My son does not know rain.
I have written about my misguided annoyance about this drought, this lack of rain. I used to think God was not listening to me. Now I know we are not listening to Him.
This is our drought.
Both California and Texas are experiencing historic droughts. Here in Texas we squander our water on fracking. In California they are paying people to remove their lawns and deep water drilling is big business.
And in our churches we ignore our glorious interventionist God.
We must pray for rain.
But first we must pray for the reign of God. Our lack of water is merely a sign of the drought of holiness that defines this generation of believers in Christ.
The message is simple and incisive and begins with a question not an injunction, an invitation to love, not a list of rules.
Are you in love with God? Do you long for Him the way a man in the desert longs for rain?
And if the answer is yes then the result will be apparent to all who know you.
You will bring that rain. You will bring that water.
The water of life. The city of God. A Man, a Word: Jesus.
There are no deserts of either holiness or love when He is close.
So keep Him close.
Bring the rain.