#AdventBookClub – day 10 “Winter Rain”

Today the pathetic fallacy is in full swing – as I read this poem, wind and rain lashed against the windows in the dark. Nothing glamorous or picturesque about it. And, if you have to be out in it, especially for those sleeping out in it, decidedly unpleasant. Yet this is the stuff that gives life – to the beautiful trees outside my rain-spattered window, to the creatures who live in them, and to me.

I was intrigued by the image of a bower, and the connection to birds’ nests. It brought to mind another birds’ nest image – that of the great tree which grows from the mustard seed, in which all the birds of the air can find shelter. I imagine the tiny mustard seed must need a great deal of rain to grow into such a huge, sheltering, welcoming tree. That rain may be the welcome shower on a hot summers’ day. It may be the unrelenting thick grey drizzle of winter. It may be the sudden and dramatic downpour of a storm. However it comes, our mustard-seed faith needs the rain, the water of life, the one who says “come to me, and never be thirsty”, if it is to grow.


This year for #AdventBookClub a group of us are reading “In The Bleak Midwinter” by Rachel Mann. Join us on Facebook or Twitter for daily reflections and discussions. We are also raising money for the Trussell Trust: https://www.justgiving.com/fundraising/adventbookclub2019.

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