The sound of rain soothes my soul. This was particularly true this past Sunday morning as I sat in my office rehearsing the events of the previous evening. For several minutes, I enjoyed listening to the steady rain outside my open window.
I had not sleep well the previous night as I thought about what I saw and wondered how it was possible for the Secret Service to allow someone on a rooftop so close to where President Trump was speaking.
My thoughts soon turned to my expectation of Jesus’ imminent appearing. In years past, I have placed far too much hope on political solutions for the woes facing America. Now, after a great many disappointments and much, much disillusionment, my optimism for what lies ahead rests solely upon Christ’s soon intervention in our world.
Jesus’ imminent appearing is my only lasting solace in these perilous times.
I’m unsure as to why the sound of rain calms me or why I enjoy it so much. Mix in some lightning and thunder and it’s all the more relaxing (assuming there are no tornado warnings or violent storms nearby).
The words of James 5:7-8 came to mind as I thought about why listening to rain often quiets my restless feelings:
Be patient, therefore, brothers, until the coming of the Lord. See how the farmer waits for the precious fruit of the earth, being patient about it, until it receives the early and the late rains. You also, be patient. Establish your hearts, for the coming of the Lord is at hand.
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