When it rains…

And when the dry weather ceases and the rain comes, it really comes. Today is a beautiful day. Cool north wind. Temps in the high 60s to low 70s, a bit cloudy, but the rain has stopped. The rain that seemed never-ending for days. After sections of town have already flooded, new flood warnings came out. People faced once again with troubles. That’s here in the midwest. Closer to coastal areas there are hurricane threats. The seasons are upside down.

The world seems upside down.

COVID-19 deaths rising in some areas while in other places things seem to be leveling off, so arguments continue on what is best for people.

Politics are…volatile? Riots continue. Peaceful demonstrations continue. Somehow the peaceful part doesn’t seem to hit the news as much.

I listened to part of C.S. Lewis’ Screwtape Letters on audiobook the other evening. Parts of it were written before the commencement of WWII, and boy does it ring true for today. The enemy is at work. Nothing new in the enemy’s schemes, because they all continue to work.

In the last twenty years an old hymn was rejuvenated and sung by men, and women, in churches, stadiums, and concerts. Rise Up Ole Men of God! The original was written in 1911 by William Pierson Merrill. Some versions changed the word men to saints, I suppose to make sure we women knew we were included.  There were, and still are, those who failed to understand the original language of the Bible was clear that the term man in proper context was used in the plural to encompass all of humankind. (Translating is difficult, and a place our prayers need to continue to focus on. God bless those who translate the Bible in different languages.)

Rise up, O men of God!
Have done with lesser things;
Give heart and soul and mind and strength
To serve the King of kings.

Rise up, O men of God!
The kingdom tarries long;
Bring in the day of Christlike love
And end the night of wrong.

Lift high the cross of Christ!
Tread where his feet have trod;
Led onward by the Son of Man,
Rise up, O men of God!

The words of this old, old song, like many hymns, saw just how deeply people understood the position we have in this world, how the enemy long ago declared war, and that we do have our own place to stand firm in service to the King of kings.  Just my heart on this Friday.  Above the rain of many kinds, my friends, we need to Rise Up! – Vicki

A modern version is below, with some lyrics different than what I’ve shared above. 

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