Each year has seasons. Spring comes and goes, summer comes and goes, autumn comes and goes, and winter comes and goes.
In Africa, dry intervals come and go, short rains come and go, long rains come and go, and cold days come and go.
There are times in life when it gets too cold to bear. The humidity hits rock bottom, and this is the time when respiratory infections zoom in like Prezi. The prospects of sunshine become shadowy. We hope for a day when the sun can grin as we wallow in its loving embrace.
There are times when it gets hot and dry, and a people crave for water. The drought can be devastating. At such a time, we take a beating from diarrhoea, skin and eye infections. Food comes in short supply and water becomes as scarce as hen’s teeth. This is the time we crave for a tree shade and an afternoon thunderstorm hug.
There are times when rains pound with venom and vehemence. It gets murky and slippery. For the farmers, it is time for planting. It is time for mosquitoes to spread malaria. This is a time we long for equator sunshine; to dry the mud and warm sodden ground. Farmers get happy until the rains get the best of normalcy. It is rainforest weather!
Seasons of life
Life has seasons too. There are days when the sun smiles at you with a hideous face. And there are days when the rains strike like a cobra and leave a distorted life. In extreme cases, lives become lifeless, and hopes get blasted.
There are also other days when the sun’s smile is passionate and gracious. It reinvigorates our lives and set events in motion that result in productivity.
Just like these seasons, our moods oscillate like a pendulum – from left to right and back to the left. We lament because of the rain, sunny weather, cold weather and dry intervals. We always have something to gripe about. This is not an archetypical Christian life. It is a religious mania.
In each of these circumstances, we should never forget that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.
We should not fuss lest we miss Promised Land. We must remind ourselves that the grass withers, the flower fades, but the Word of God will stand forever.
If He says it will not rain for the next four years, then we have no other recourse but to rejoice in Him continually.
Dancing can happen in the rain.
Singing can occur in the sun.
Nothing can, and should, stop us from having a bash down here.