Saturday, March 6, 2010

Drum Suite

These last two days it feels like the climate has done a hard 90 degree turn to Seattle-like cloudiness and gloom. According to weather.com it is 72 degrees right now. This is not what I signed up for! Where is my constant sunshine, humidity, and persistant sweating despite sitting in the shade with a fan blowing?

The reality is that it has been a very rainy few days. Not the monsoons that everyone expects during the rainy season, but a slow drip and a constant mist. The ground has gone from very hard, dusty and stinky to soft, muddy and stink in just a few days. I have to admit, this is my first experience with a rainy season, so I do not know what to expect other than what I have been told-rain coming down in sheets and torrents. So all that to say, is that it is going to get worse.

I have a terrible struggle with the rain because I like it. I always have. I like cool rainy days in the fall, I like spring showers, I like thunderstorms in the summer. I like sipping tea and reading when it is raining during the day. I like falling asleep to the percussion of rain drops at night. In Dallas, that is fine. But here it means that I like something that is making another person's life hell.

I loved falling asleep to the rain last night. I listened to the sounds the rain was making on different objects and tried to figure out what it was hitting. There was the familiar flat slap it makes on concrete. The hollow metal sound of the rain on our tin roof and the very bass like tap-tap on the broad leaves of the trees outside. I really had a great night's sleep, but just before I dozed off I realized: while this Drum Suite was lulling me to sleep, it was the sound of a cold muddy night to anyone in a tent city.

It meant that the ground outside their tent would be muddy, which would get tracked into their tent no matter how careful they were. It meant that if their tent wasn't waterproof, they would be wet, and cold. I hate having taken the slightest plesure in something that could be such a curse to someone else.
I wondered this morning- what other things do I really like that are a curse to someone else?
 
Katie is always telling me about who is a terrible corporate offender, or why ceritan foods are unfair. I never paid attention because it wasn't tangible. I would roll my eyes, ignore what she said, or even try and argue against it. But this morning as I walked on Delmas 75, I realized that this was something too great to ignore. I believe it is part of God sanctifying me to have awareness and compassion for things I do that bring pain to others.
 
Before, those ideas did not have a smell, an image, or a sound. I don't know if I can feel the same any more.
 
Ben

1 comment:

  1. Amazing post. Thanks for sharing it and your new insight. Praise God for His graciousness to show you a new perspective to see live through.

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