Some years ago as we were singing the well-known hymn Showers of Blessings with the large congregation at the Loma Linda University Church all of a sudden my mind went back to another occasion thirty years before:
We were visiting my parents who lived in the city of Riverside at that time. It was a terribly hot day, and it had not rained in a very long time. My parents did not have air conditioning in their home, and we were perspiring heavily due to the unusual hot season.
My mother, who has always been a person of a strong spiritual faith, suddenly said: It is really hot, and we need some rain. Let us sing “There shall be showers of blessings.” We did, and we sang it in Spanish, since that had become my parent’s adopted language when they emigrated to South America after leavingUkraine back in 1937.
I did not pay too much attention to the incident, and we returned to our home in Loma Linda in the evening. Of course, we did have air conditioning in our home, for which reason we were greatly relieved upon arriving back to our place.
That night it rained, and the rain was so heavy that I told my wife: We need to call my mother and ask her to please ask the Lord to stop this rain, because I think that it will flood our backyard. Of course, it didn’t, but it came pretty close.