It rained here in San Diego last week. I’m not talking about the type of rain that comes down like broken showerhead spittle. I’m taking about rain like the sky in heaven unscrewed a fire hydrant and pointed it down in the direction of Southern California. To put it in perspective, in three days, San Diego received over 7 months worth of average rainfall. Streets were flooded, trees were down and the water took over like a tide from the ocean. I was considering just throwing on my wetsuit and swimming to work, but decided that it might look a little odd come time for my morning meetings. Perhaps it would have looked OK if I threw on a tie. Hmmm….
Anyway, the funny thing about rain here in San Diego is the way people react. We are so used to our 68 degree sunny days, that one drop of water hits the ground and you would think the world was about to end. People start driving like there is three feet of snow and ice on the roads, and everyone forgets how to operate a motor vehicle. The news reporters all react like a bunch of ants that just had their anthill kicked. It must be Christmas for a reporter when it rains here. Video footage of raging street gutters seem to be a ‘Storm Alert’ favorite. The reporters interview wet mothers trying to manage getting all three kids into the grocery store without getting too soaked. “Well I’d be doing much better if I didn’t have to stand here in the rain and talk to you.”
Even in the midst of the raging storm that we had last week, I laugh about it all. Not about the devistation that came to people’s houses and water damage, but the idea that a rainstorm would be the subject of National attention. Moving out here from Colorado, I know what it is like to have a real winter storm. Driving in fresh snow on icy roads with blowing white powder so thick you can’t see more than 2 feet in front of you storms. Storms that cancel school and work, and make you appreciate a warm fireplace. I have a tough time feeling sorry for my neighbors here in San Diego if it rains a little- or alot.
Laughing about it all with a friend of mine this last week, we started talking about how much of this comes down to perspective. When you live somewhere that is 68 and sunny most of the year, a rain drop becomes a celebrity on television. When a major rainstorm hits, people are fearing for their lives.
There are so many references in scripture about trials, challenges and life storms. Christ himself even references rain storms in Matthew 7: “Therefore everyone who hears these words of mine and puts them into practice is like a wise man who built his house on the rock. The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house; yet it did not fall, because it had its foundation on the rock. But everyone who hears these words of mine and does not put them into practice is like a foolish man who built his house on sand. The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell with a great crash.”
I am brought back to the idea of perspective. When God tells us not to worry and not to fear when we are hit by storms, it is because he has the eternal perspective that is so hard for us to have. He has outlasted hurricanes, earthquakes, and all the tribulations on this planet. A rainstorm is nothing. If we have our trust in Him, we should stop driving around like idiots at the first sign of bad weather, and instead fall down to our knees in prayer. We should long for His eternal perspective, prepare for the rain, and have faith His Will will be accomplished if we serve Him.
I love the sunshine Lord, but the rain does indeed make life interesting.