I thank God for science. Science told us that the rain would set in just after lunch. So Janet started her walk at 8am, and it was all done before one. The rain came on cue, and we were in the dry.
The readings for Pentecost remind me that the glory of the togetherness of races at Pentecost is just a hair’s breadth different from the horror of the togetherness of the races recounted in the Babel story. The life, the work, the influence, the love, the spirit of God makes all the difference.
We’d all be poorer without international cooperation: for instance, without it, Janet would never have known when the rain was going to start. If we can’t manage to have the love of God in our hearts, can we at least manage to respect people of other races?
Anyway, it’s still raining outside. It’s gloomy, and the dampness seems to close out all sense of joy. I went out to look for something in the car. I could hear a distant barking dog – and the rain.