This morning I rode my bicycle to work in the rain, splashing my way through puddles. I watched the rain create millions of ripples as each drop crashed through the surface of Cedar Lake. I enjoy riding in the rain sometimes. There’s something humbling about knowing that you’re going to get wet – and knowing that there’s nothing you can do about it except keep pedaling. So I kept pedaling, rain dripping down the face of my glasses, dripping from the tip of my nose and chin.
There’s something signficant about surrendering ourselves to the the forces we cannot change. It’s humbling, yet empowering at the same time. It’s a step towards understanding that there are aspects of our surroundings that act upon us, allowing us only to react. And sometimes, the best reaction is to give up and admit that we cannot defend ourselves.
Sometimes I pretend that rain is one of the many forms of God. I watch the rain as it collects in gutters, carrying leaves, garbage, and other debris away as waves roll down the street. I think about repentance, the process of washing oneself clean, and the renewing Grace it provides; the tears of God supplying the gift of life to the world… cleansing all. I consider the weak, the tired, the angry, the hungry, the hopeless, & the unloved. And I realize that I cannot help them. Not all of them, not all of the time. I want to, but I don’t know how. I can’t even stay dry on my way to work.
So I just keep pedaling.