It's raining here in Academic Suburb. There has not been measureable rainfall here since April 22nd. Balrog the Kitten was born March 30th and wasn't getting out much yetin mid April.
This morning she made her usual joyful dash into the back yard as soon as we woke up and opened the door for her. She screeched to a halt-- paws back-pedaling, just like in a cartoon--and stood transfixed in fascination and horror. Her familiar world was gone, replaced with one in which wet stuff falls out of the sky and her favorite napping spots have become puddles. She looked back towards the door at me and gave me an accusing look that said, "What did you do?" She stood there for a few more moments until an extra big drip from the tree hit her smack on the head, at which point she sprinted back into the house.
I sometimes feel like the church today is like that kitten in the rain--utterly undone by what seems like an overnight change in our familiar world, blinking in confusion, accusing any nearby and likey target of having caused this calamity, retreating farther and farther into what still seems like safe territory.
Waiting for the sun to come back out.
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Amen.
Oh, send some of that rain our way. I can't remember the last time it rained here, and I thought the rain in Academic Suburb was sparse.
Oh WOW! You have to preach that.
Why, Balrog and I had identical mornings!
Mindy's right, this'ns preachin' material.
That's just brilliant. And sad.
Oh yeah.That'll preach.
perfect picture!
This is a great metaphor for what so many of us are experiencing right now. Like the others said, that'll preach!
It reminds me of the first time my daughter ever walked on grass. She put her feet down and yanked them back up and clung to my leg like a monkey.
It took her a while to step out in faith.
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