For as the raine commeth down, and the snow from heauen, and returneth not thither, but watereth the earth, and maketh it bring foorth and bud, that it may giue seed to the sower, and bread to the eater:
So shall my word bee that goeth forth out of my mouth: it shall not returne vnto me void, but it shall accomplish that which I please, and it shall prosper in the thing whereto I sent it.
Isaiah 55:10-11 (Holy Bible 1611)
God’s rain falls upon the earth, soaking and softening and permeating all it touches, preparing it to receive what will be planted or what has already been planted, yet lies dormant… waiting… waiting… for God’s rain.
Sometimes the rain falls softly, a gentle mist that hovers and moistens, readily absorbed in measures that do not bend the leaf or bow the stem. Softly… softly… for the tender, for the green… for the weak… for the infirm: a gentle milk for those unable to digest what first must be chewed(1 Cor. 3:2). Line upon line, drop upon drop, precept upon precept, here a little there a little… (Isaiah 20:10) God’s gentle rain.
But at times the flood. The driving storm that wets to the bone. Gale force blown it slams and crashes and moves what purports unmovable; wearing, tumbling, eroding, sanding, grinding down, down, down, the stubbornness, the hardness, the adamantine core that resists the soothing bath, that flinty lump of stone that must needs be turned flesh, or perish (Ezek. 11:19-20). Flashes. Thunders. Blizzards. Mighty wind. Fiery hail. Brimstone. God’s not so gentle rain.
See now, that stately sapphire throne, high above the earth, beyond the clouds, in yonder heavens. There dwells the thrice-holy God, most blest, most great, most glorious. A fullness of splendor and majesty.
Holy, holy, holy,
is the Lord of hostes, The whole earth is full of his glory
Isaiah 6:3 (Holy Bible 1611)
See the river that runs from the throne… outward speeding, and downward and falling and raining upon the earth below. Falling upon the just and the unjust alike (Matt. 5:45). All are cared for. All are dependent. All are sustained… though many know it not. Watered from above. God’s noble rain.
Whatsoever it waters it quickens. Whatsoever it touches it changes. Whatsoever receives it is blessed and revives and thrives and blooms and bursts forth and blossoms.
Life from where life comes from. From God. From above. Life from above is life indeed. Ahhhh… so gentle… so sublime… so wonderful. God’s hallowed rain.
A book I see now, and saw for a lifetime, yet I did not see. Not a new book, not new indeed, but I saw and saw, but had no eyes to see. A blind man groping in the noonday sun, fumbling in the over-lit darkness (Isaiah 59:9-10); seeing and not seeing, groping, groping, hand over groping hand… grasping at the wall, grasping at the world, grasping, ever grasping… for something. Lost.
But then that book. Oh! so glorious that book! The book, which now I have eyes to see. The Word, which now I have ears to hear (Matt 11:15). So full of wonder, so full of wisdom, so full of life. There is truth in that book. Truth from above, rained down below. Truth in that book…and nowhere else on Earth.
The name of the book. Such a name. Such a book to be found amongst fallen man, amongst fallen woman, amongst fallen angels, in a fallen fallen world. The words of God. His marvelous word in printed ink. On paper. On smashed up trees. Roll it, scroll it, book it, cook it, stew it, chew it…
Ezekiel did (Ezek 2:2-4). Ate it and assimilated it, absorbed the word. A scripture roll in the morning with coffee, no sweet roll, thank you kindly. Feast daily on the word of God. Such words. Such a book. Infallible. Unquestionable. Undeniable. Wisdom and understanding. More precious than silver, than gold, than rubies (Prov. 2:13-15). To those, that is, whose hearts have been born from above. Seek it. Seek it. Seek it… without ceasing. Until it is given thee.
In the ground is still not found.
-Coal miners proverb
Covers thrown wide the rain commences, falling, falling on the stony flesh, the stony heart, the stony mind. Oh, that wicked wicked heart! Hardened and seared and smeared with sin. Sin. Sin! Sin as black as a pit of tar. Sticky, clingy, binding, blinding, rotten, filthy, smothering, choking, gasping death. Death. Sin reaps wages. Terrible wages. For the wages of sin is death (Rom. 6:23).
Death. Doom. Destruction. Hell. Eternal burning in the lake of fire. Gnashing of teeth in a place where the worm dieth not (Mark. 9:44). The horror. The terror. Forever. Condemned by Holy God. My guilt weighs upon me. Is there no escape? Is there no fleeing from the wrath to come? There is no escape. There is no fleeing. But there is a remedy.
The Son of God. The Son of Man. God in the flesh. He who is mighty to save… because he took our sins upon himself. On that cross the wrath of God was poured upon him. The wrath that should have rained down upon me, and upon you, and upon all the children of men that walk in sin. None could escape the wrath. All are guilty. All are condemned. But the punishment was borne by another. By Jesus. Come down to save us from those awful, damning sins.
For God so loued the world, that he gaue his only begotten Sonne: that whosoeuer beleeueth in him, should not perish, but haue euerlasting life.
John 3:16 (Holy Bible 1611)
Whosoever. Whosoever. Whosoever believeth. Are you a whosoever? If you are, Jesus has saved you. If you are not, well… YOU SHOULD BE! Surely there are better things to be had than hell. Than eternal death. Than a lake of fire. Much better things indeed.
Come to Jesus. Come to the one who suffered on the cross. Who bore the penalty of your sins. Come to He who will receive you with open arms. The world cannot help you. The world does not care. There is no other way to escape the awful death. None whatsoever. So, come to the one full of grace and compassion. Come in faith. BELIEVE IN THE SON OF GOD WHO IS MIGHTY TO SAVE! He will save you.
The Bible says so.
Let the words of the Bible rain down on you. The words are not just any words. No. They are words of life. Let the Holy Ghost, the Spirit of God, conform you to the words. There is peace there. There is deliverance. There is truth in the Bible. It all points to Jesus. Come. And he will set you free.
God’s rain does not return to him void. If it has begun to work within you, then let it work. Let it rain upon you daily. Open your Bible. Seek earnestly the words of God. Seek it like the desert soil…
that longs for gentle rain.