It is not new
news that much of the United States has been experiencing record heat and
drought-like conditions this summer. In Michigan, my home state, this has also
been true.
Now don’t get
me wrong, I love our generally sunny summers with wonderfully warm
temperatures, usually in the mid-80’s with occasional jumps into the 90’s. And
I don’t really mind our humidity unless it becomes particularly high and
oppressive. I actually much prefer it to the skin-shriveling dryness of some
western states.
But this
summer we have experienced numerous periods of above 90 degree heat, often with
high humidity, and even several short periods (3-5 days each) of temperatures
that soared above 100 degrees. Given that a good part of the year in Michigan
we live with our windows closed because of cold temperatures, I detest having
to turn on my air conditioning and live with my windows closed in the summer as
well. Under these conditions, however, I did exactly that. Our newlywed
daughter and her husband even moved home for a few days at one point because
they simply could not stand their upstairs, un-airconditioned apartment for one
more day.
At least as
strange as the high heat were the weeks on end with no rain and no prospects of
rain. Rarely does a week go by in Michigan where there are not at least some
clouds in the sky. A “Pure Michigan” sky is a beautiful blue with a few white
puffy clouds hanging around to add interest.
It got to the
point that I felt like Elijah after the showdown on Mt. Carmel. If I saw a
cloud the size of my fist in the west, I hoped it was bringing rain. But even
when we did have a few clouds, they managed to scuttle by without dropping any
moisture at all. There was frequently not even any dew on the ground in the
morning.
About a month
ago the sky was quite dark because of some clouds that were passing over but,
as usual, not producing rain. I was feeling a bit glum that day. Some
circumstances of life were getting me down. Some prayers I had been praying
seemed to be hitting heaven and bouncing back down. I was having a bit of a
pity party.
That morning,
I walked out of my garage to let my dog out and saw the most beautiful rainbow
stretching from just above the house across the street all the way to the
farmer’s field to the west (or so it seemed). It was beautiful not just in
color, but because I knew that somewhere close by it was raining.
And then I
thought about the occasion for the rainbow: God’s sign of his promise to Noah
and Noah’s descendants. A promise God has kept. And I realized that just as God
has kept that promise, so also has he kept his promise to be a God to his
people, to be with them, as the divine name suggests. That, of course, meant
that he was with me, and listens to me, and loves me, despite my feelings to
the contrary. I felt as if that rainbow was placed right there, just for me.
And maybe it
was.
