Sometimes the bride of Christ looks more bedraggled than glorious. Sometimes she looks like she got all dressed up only to be caught in a rainstorm on her way to the church.
We have a covered deck on the back of our house that allows me to sit outside when it rains. As I sat there this weekend, surrounded by a sudden downpour, and contemplated how getting glimpses of the glory of God makes the reality that we all fall short of that glory all the more disappointing, I wondered if God tires of us. Then this song began to play in my head:
Listen to the pouring rain, listen to it pour,
And with every drop of rain you know I love you more.
Call my name right out loud
I can hear above the clouds
And I’m here among the puddles,
You and I together huddle.
Listen to the pouring rain, listen to the rain.
God spoke these encouraging words to his people through the prophet Jeremiah, ““I have loved you with an everlasting love— out of faithfulness I have drawn you close.”
Listen to the pouring rain and know that even in our bedraggled state he loves us.
Jesus said, “I will build my church and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it.”
I call your Name right out loud, “Abba! Thank you for Your love! Help us keep our eyes on You! Heal your people, oh Lord, that we may bear fruit that would be pleasing to You! Make us a glorious bride!”