As I scan the horizon from my limited point of view – beyond my block wall… above the roof tops… out in the distant landscape… I see the roiling and boiling mixture of wet and wind; perhaps even a cloudy chance of a possibility of rain. This has been a miserly year as far as moisture goes. Just a few weeks ago we were two inches short of the annual measurement year and that year is about to expire. For some reason we calculate the rainfall from October 1 to September 30th. I don’t know why this is. I was sent here only to observe and report.
Arizona, this wild and rugged land of Western Lore has two seasons. Hot. And blasting, blazing hot. We do get what we colorfully call “The Monsoon” once a year. Then, again we call any day when the temp is between 101 and 120 “a little warm”. “The Monsoon” season usually starts right around the 4th of July, and lasts into late August. The dust in the rain gauge gets a good cleansing and then sinks back into the bottom to add yet another crease in the fossil record. This year I have heard more than one person refer to “The Monsoon” as “The Nonsoon”, because, as I said…It’s been a dry year.
From the reports I have read from around the globe: It appears we here in the Desert Southwest are not the only ones lacking sufficient rainfall. It’s been a dry year for a lot of people from Arizona to Zanzibar.
I am reminded of Joseph and the dream of Pharaoh regarding the seven fat fleshed cows versus the seven lean ones. I won’t attempt to mis-remember it here for you now. Look it up in Genesis 41 – it will be a blessing to you. Pharaoh didn’t know what the dream meant. Fat cows/skinny cows – perhaps he considered going on a diet. Just as God has withheld wisdom from the Ostrich, so too he deprived Pharaoh as well. God’s mysterious plan was moving forward to a desired end in God’s impeccable timing. Oh! Joseph, you’ve had a dream. You don’t say, really? – all the sheaves bow down to your sheaf? Let’s just see how you like looking at your world from the bottom of a well in Dothan, and from behind a camel caravan of the Midianites, and from the false accusations of Potipher’s wife, and from the Egyptian jailhouse. Does that dream still seem as real as it did when you first dreamed it? Thankfully the cup bearer won’t forget about you. Well, only until something or someone brings that promise to his frontal lobe again. Life had been pretty sparse, bare, and dry for you Joseph and not just for a year.
… even Joseph, who was sold for a servant:
Whose feet they hurt with fetters: he was laid in iron:
Until the time that his word came: the word of the LORD tried him.
The king sent and loosed him; even the ruler of the people, and let him go free.
He made him lord of his house, and ruler of all his substance:
To bind his princes at his pleasure; and teach his senators wisdom…Psalm 105:17-22
Talk about your sound of the abundance of rain. We sing “there shall be showers of blessings…” When the skies finally opened for Joseph it was the monsoon.
One of the verses of this old hymn sings to us:
There shall be showers of blessing,
If we but trust and obey;
There shall be seasons refreshing,
If we let God have His way.
And finally, I would like to remind us of just one of the promises of God found with in the covers of his Word.
I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly.
I would normally ask you, “Who said that?” But you know as well as I do that the answer to every biblical question is: “Jesus!”