Faith on Earth
For days on end, regular as two o’clock and nearly as predictable, hasty rain has boomed through leaving saturated air waiting for the unaware a wet wool blanket ambush— might as well walk off a pier with this kind of atmosphere. Limpid leaves hang static until a breeze’s fickle mood drags them out of lassitude into some semblance of motion, light applause after the curt puff’s prosaic effort. Crimson-caped house finches make daily pilgrimage to the barren feeder’s edge blunt beaks open, uncertain when the feast will resume— hopeful it will soon.
Title Reference
Then Jesus told his disciples a parable to show them that they should always pray and not give up. He said: “In a certain town there was a judge who neither feared God nor cared what people thought. And there was a widow in that town who kept coming to him with the plea, ‘Grant me justice against my adversary.’
“For some time he refused. But finally he said to himself, ‘Even though I don’t fear God or care what people think, yet because this widow keeps bothering me, I will see that she gets justice, so that she won’t eventually come and attack me!’”
And the Lord said, “Listen to what the unjust judge says. And will not God bring about justice for his chosen ones, who cry out to him day and night? Will he keep putting them off? I tell you, he will see that they get justice, and quickly. However, when the Son of Man comes, will he find faith on the earth?”
18:1-8 (NIV)
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Ahhh.... two things: we lived in New Orleans for a year a loooooong time ago and your verses brought those oft-sweltering days right back.
also, we have finches on the daily here in my Seattleland yard; I can't imagine that it's too hot to even arrive for birdseed. (Poor birdies.)
And didn't Jesus have a way with speaking in parables, using everyday sights in ways we could understand? Such a saviour!