Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden....

Yesterday afternoon the sun was shining through the rain, and the rain was glinting in the sunlight. It was a day of weather ambiguity, too warm for a fleece, too wet for a rain jacket, and not a day for the rain risk averse.

 

Then there was the green.

 

Ferns, blueberry foliage, tree leaves, and grass - green, wet, lush grass almost visibly growing in wet sunshine. "If that is how God clothes the grass of the field....how much more..."

 

Ever wondered what images Jesus would have used if he had been born in Scotland?

 

It would have heightened the argument about God making the rain fall on everyone, the good the bad and the ugly, so we should likewise be inclusive in our love for neighbour, and as frequent and pervasive in our love of our neighbour, aye, and even our enemies, as rainfall in Scotland :)

 

Sweet the rains new fall, sunlit from Heaven
Like the first dewfall on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where His feet pass.