Advent is here again.
Driving home early to spend time with children, family and Christmas preparations,
I am mesmerized by beads of moisture on my windshield.
It’s not the usual drizzle, droplets, downpour, shower, or the
half-dozen other names we have for rain.
These appear and disappear, forming and reforming –
like little bitty stars reflecting lights from all around in a continual burst of
Divine creativity throughout the millennia of space and time.
It’s dark out; dark and wet.
As the car swishes over pavement, it seems to
wind its way home almost of its own accord…
I gaze deeper into the inner space of God,
finding meaning, yet again,
in the rain.