Into Each Life a Little Rain Must Fall

Eccl. 11:7-8

Truly the light is sweet, and a pleasant thing it is for the eyes to behold the sun:

 But if a man live many years, and rejoice in them all; yet let him remember the days of darkness; for they shall be many. All that cometh is vanity.

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My husband loves early morning, especially if he can watch the sunrise. While I agree that it is a beautiful thing, and I understand the joy a new day dawning can bring, I have to admit I’m not a happy early riser. I do, though, enjoy the beautiful light of a new day. It’s a glowing fall morning here, the kind that makes you wish fall would never end. We should learn to be joyful no matter what, though, right?

That’s what v. 8 is saying. If we are blessed to live to a good old age, we should learn to rejoice in each day God gives us. Sometimes it’s hard. I don’t think I’ve ever dreaded a political campaign as much as I’m dreading the coming year’s onslaught of lies, accusations, anger, and hatred. For those of you who are young, it hasn’t always been like this in America. Campaigns were waged, won or lost; but there was not the vitriol, the ugliness and hatred that exists today. In this information age, we hear every word practically before it leaves a candidate’s mouth. It’s too much. I wish they would just tell us what they believe, where they stand on important issues, and quit the personal attacks on each other.

Well. I don’t usually talk about politics here, and I’m not going to expand on what I just wrote. The point is to rejoice in each day God allows us life and breath, but as the rest of the verse says, we need to learn from the not-so-good days as well. Every life will have it’s peaks and valleys. Into every life a little rain must fall, according to Henry Wadsworth Longfellow:

The Rainy Day
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
 The day is cold, and dark, and dreary
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.

My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary.

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.

Sunday Morning Coffee: When Life Throws You a Curve Ball

I’m not a baseball fan. It bores me. Such long intervals between pitches leave me itching for something else to do.

I do understand, however, that there is art and athleticism to the game, and if you love it, then you’ll understand why I’ve chosen a curve ball as an analogy for this post.

Curve balls are tricky. They catch you off guard.

Life tossed us a curve ball this week. I’ll spare you the details, which are really private and personal. Just–to extend the analogy–understand that we weren’t sure how to bat it, and we’re still learning.

One of the things we learned is that we’d have to depend on the rest of the “team.” That would be legal and professional people, as well as family, and people we may never meet who have extended a hand of help toward us.

Never overlooking the teammates who are supporting us in prayer, we are also looking to the Coach, Who has promised to “uphold us with the right hand of His righteousness (Is. 41:10).

We’ve never been dealt this particular “pitch” before, and it did take us off guard. But as we began to makes contacts, gather information, get the help we need, we realized that there are many kind, helpful people out there who are willing to direct us and be on our team. It has been delightful, also, to reach out to people we’ve never met and find that they are believers, and so can understand more deeply how to help us.

It is just past 7 a.m. here, and I happened to glance out our front living room window. It faces north, and the sky is just cloudy enough to be an intense pink-orange shade fading to pastels as the sun rises east of us and paints the sky with glory. It’s as if God is saying, “Good morning, Dear One! I’m here, I love you, and it will all be well. Trust Me. Always trust Me. If I can control the universe, I can certainly control this curve ball you’re dealing with. Besides, I knew a long time ago that it was coming. Don’t be afraid.”

Life goes on. There will be other curve balls, fast balls, strikes, balls, outs, and home runs. Our job? Keep working, and trust God.