Rain on a party may not seem like a very noble trial for a missionary. But I think it is a concrete parable of so much of the faith-challenge of life. We are not usually risking death from ebola. We are instead, most days, facing interruption, disappointment, lack of control over plans, worry for our kids, the struggle to make things work out for everyone in the best way. We are, most days, hoping for a bit more sun and sadly soggy when the rain comes instead.
Whether it is other people's choices or needs, or mechanical failures, or sicknesses, or corruption, or lack of supplies, or muddy roads . . .there are many times we look up at the gathering clouds and wonder if we can manage yet another storm. These are the moments when we are called to say: I would not have chosen this rain, Lord, but you see more than I do, deeper and further and longer. So I can only choose to trust that you have not stopped it for good reasons which I may or may not ever understand. Help me to slosh on.
In Africa, Scott reminded me, rain is a blessing not an annoyance to party plans. So the prayer may be extended: help me not to just slosh on, but to find Your rainbow to climb through this rain, the splintering spectrum of light which makes even our daily disappointments moments of beauty.