Wednesday, July 28, 2010
We had just been through the worst drought in many years, possibly the worst ever in the recorded history of our community. Wells were going dry; farmers were getting desperate; there was even whispers of suicides; even my garden was suffering. It hadn't rained in months.
And then one Sunday the pastor of the church we attended at the time did something he had never done before. After preaching a convicting message from II Chronicles 6:26: "When Heaven is shut up and there is no rain, because they have sinned against thee; yet if they pray . . .," he gave an alter call, inviting those who were serious about wanting the Lord to send rain.
After church, as I usually did, I sat down with my neighbor in her back yard to pet her poodle. We discussed the damage the dearth was doing to our gardens, and I told her about our church service. My neighbor had always claimed to be an agnostic. She had lost her faith in the Church as a young girl and therefore had given up on God, so she didn't have a whole lot of good to say about the service. Still, she said she hoped we got what we asked for.
That night around 2am I couldn't sleep, so I went down stairs and started praying. All of a sudden, I heard a strange noise. It took me a while to figure out what it was; I hadn't heard that sound for so long. I looked out the window, and started praising God. It was pouring rain.
I left the rain in the hands of the Lord, but I did continue to pray for my neighbor.
I will continue the story of my neighbors on both sides in my next blog.
To read the last blog see: God Led us to Paisley