I found it very difficult to get out of bed this morning. After four nights of sleeping on the floor of a church and on the ground, my pillow-top queen sized mattress was too much to abandon. Then, there was the rain. The gentle, steady rain. Falling on the rooftop; falling on the ground outside my window. I laid in bed, thinking how wonderful that rain was.
I had a differing reaction to the rain on Monday. A group of us from LCM-C were in Charleston. We had gone into town to see the sights – without umbrellas or rain gear. When the rain came, we got soaked. After trudging through downpour, we returned to the camp site to discover that the tents were not as water tight as we would have liked. There were wet sleeping bags and clothing.
Not everything which happens can be both a blessing and a curse, but as I lay in the bed this morning, trying to get up, the thought ran through my mind of how differently I greeted the rain today than two days ago. It was my perspective which made those little drops of water something to be avoided or something to celebrate.
Perspective. The point of view to which we as Christians are called is to see the world as God would see the world. The perspective from which we evaluate things is how is this being seen by our Lord. Not everything which happens can be seen as both a blessing and a curse. But things are often seen differently when viewed from the vantage point of the One who made the earth, saves the earth, and sustains the earth with breath, and spirit, and raindrops.
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