New Mercies Every Morning

This is not the best photo I’ve captured of a rainbow, but it is the most recent. And like a typical rainbow encounter, you don’t embark on a task and put a rainbow sighting in the plan, they just happen, and if you’re so equipped and inclined like me, you take a picture of it.

The rain just passed through in LA over night, again. For So Cal it’s the kind of storm that reminds you there is such a thing as a hard rain, and that there should be such things as more reservoirs so that all these pineapple expresses (when they occur) don’t go to waste. In a place like LA, a rain scrubs the whole area with a fresh new shine for the day or two following, and there are always rainbows.

In the midst of the agony of Lamentations we get chapter 3, verses 22-23: “The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning, great is your faithfulness.” For all the storms that blow and drench and pummel and torment, look for the rainbow that follows. The rainbow doesn’t emerge because we design or compel it. It doesn’t appear in a predictable spot where we could otherwise entrap it. It’s a gift and a glimpse.

And no, rainbows don’t point to a pot of gold at their mysterious end. They do point to Christ to say, Christ Was Here. Ever since the flood in Genesis and the covenant God made to never again utilize such a total reboot, we have these signs that reflect the promise of the plan the Father had for Christ to redeem us. As they are the sign of the covenant between God and the earth, let the awe of a rainbow that He puts on display be a reminder that grace comes from the Lord, evidenced amongst other things by a rainbow, and accomplished by his Son.