More than half the counties in the nation are considered to be in drought conditions. Crops wither and die. Big Agriculture will use its considerable resources to survive, while the farmers in servitude to them suffer today… all the rest of us to feel the pinch at the grocery store a mere season or two later.
I think about water … too much destroys, and too little destroys.
I think about how God sends rain on both the righteous and the unrighteous.
But I tell you, love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, that you may be children of your Father in heaven. He causes his sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on the righteous and the unrighteous. (Matthew 5:43-44)
I read the news, and see that there are ever more wildfires raging. Be merciful, O Lord.
I think about how critical water is, to life and health.
I think about how we take it for granted, until we can’t.
I think about how logistically difficult it is for us to move the too-much-water in a flood plain and position it to be used where there’s too-little-water… how imperative and yet how difficult to clean it adequately to be used where it’s needed, because tempting though it may be to think about, we can’t just take runoff stormwater that’s been washed through fertilized fields and landfills and over oil-and-gasoline spattered roads, and then whisk it away and use it untreated to water crops… or even to put out fires where it will eventually seep into groundwater.
I think about water as possibly the next scarce resource for which wars may be fought.
I think about those shriveled stalks of corn. Someone’s livelihood. Someone’s dinner. Feed for animals. Converted into food additives and even plastic alternatives.
I think about those wildfires – some attributed to arson, some to carelessness, and some to lightning strikes – and I worry for those in the path of this consuming fury.
I worry, and then I pray.
Send the rains, O Lord. Send it gently, but please send it in Your mercy.
And set our hearts on You, on Whom we are wholly dependent for every good thing.
He performs wonders that cannot be fathomed,
miracles that cannot be counted.
He provides rain for the earth;
he sends water on the countryside.
The lowly he sets on high,
and those who mourn are lifted to safety.