All this week on the radio, the weather man has been talking about our need for rain. We are a number of inches below what is considered normal by this time of year.
I understand that for some Americans- farmers, firefighters, and the like- a lack of rain is a serious plight. I couldn't help but think, though, that my life isn't greatly affected by a lack of rain. My grass may be brown and there may be sweat on my brow, but I can still find food in the grocery store.
When it doesn't rain enough in West Africa, however, there is more widespread devastation. Most of the Beng people are subsistence farmers, so if there isn't enough rain, there isn't enough food. Period.
Let's pray this month that God would send rain to the Beng region, providing food and drinking water to the people.
I remember a time when I was visiting another people group in Cote d'Ivoire years ago. We stopped to greet the chief in one village, asking if there was anything we could pray for the village. He asked us to pray for rain. We prayed there with him and continued our visits in the village. An hour or so later, as we were leaving, the gray clouds rolled in and the rain started. God had answered our prayer. The chief had to have noticed that it was the God who we had prayed to who had sent the rain.
Pray that as rain comes to the Beng, they will recognize the one true God as the giver of all good things, rain included.
