Notes from the Pastor…
Jane Logan said it so well on Sunday: “You start to believe it is never going to rain again.”
Until Saturday, June 4th, Ruidoso did not see measurable precipitation since the February 3rd storm that will forever be etched into our collective memory, not so much for its snow but for the arctic low of -27 Fahrenheit. We have gone somewhere around 120 days without moisture! Such a lengthy dry season begins to distort reality and we forget the tackiness of humidity upon our skin or the sweet aroma of rain-soaked pines.
This may only be “weather talk”, but sometimes “weather talk” exposes a felt need or spiritual reality. There are intervals of life that feel like the crisp sound of walking on dry grass, and our parched lips utter words from the Psalms: “How long, O LORD? Will you forget me forever?”
When spiritual drought is to the point of such a prayer, we forget the feel of grace at the Lord’s Table and the sweet sight of divine pleasure in the orange and red glow of twilight. We begin to believe that we will never sense the presence of God again.
Despite the drought, rain appears; despite the solitude, God appears.
May you and I rejoice in the rain! May we acknowledge the One who does not abandon the dry, but provides presence just as moisture! May we trust in God’s timing and God’s will even when it seems odd or maladjusted. Amen.
Grace, Pastor Ryan
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