The sky was a perfect blue, but skimming towards us was a
dark grey mat of a cloud, threatening rain. Mary headed out for our walk in a
summer blouse. I had a sweater and a summer coat. She saw the blue sky. I saw
the grey cloud.
Two miles later, I clutched my coat in my hand, sweating.
Mary had read the sky right while I had made assumptions based on the sort of
summer we’ve had thus far. She had listened to the forecast where I hadn’t
bothered.
Jesus challenged his followers to keep an eye on the signs
of the time, and he used the weather as an illustration. He warned that there
will be trouble ahead, but that when we are walking with him, he will guide us:
blouse or jacket. God speaks, as he always has, through his Bible, through
human beings and through circumstances. I need to practice my listening skills.
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