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Welcome t0 the Copper Penny Press. Today, my thoughts have turned to
Warning signs. Maybe, it is because here in the midwest tornado season is
upon us. I am used to it having grown up in Indianapolis but still every
spring brings a little danger along with the welcome weather changes
and seeing the world green up.

Warning systems have been set up to warn people of just about
everything. In the Midwest it isn’t uncommon to hear the fire alarms
sounding to warn about an approaching tornado or severe
thunderstorm. Along the coastlines, there are warning systems to warn
of hurricanes and tsunami. All of us have heard the tests of the
emergency broadcast systems on T.V. or radio. We have road signs to
warn for sharp turns, slippery roads, and falling rock.

It seems people understand the need for warnings. In fact, the bible
contains Many warnings. God specifically designated certain people to be
prophets. Their job was to warn people of judgment resulting from
sinful behavior. Interestingly, all of these warnings at times have gone
unheeded. I was amazed to hear that people off the coast of San
Francisco in 2004 stayed put instead of heading for the hills when the
recent tsunami warning sounded, especially in light of the 2004 tsunami
that hit Asia resulting in 160,000 plus deaths. True the tsunami didn’t
materialize in California but was it worth the risk?

Ignoring real danger has always been a trait of mankind; many times the
consequences have been tragic. These thoughts lead me to write the
following prose.

Rain
By Darlene Hight

Noah walked into the misty night. The droplets rising up from the ground
gave the trees a glimmer under the starlit sky. The scene, particularly the
mist, comforted him. It had been a long day giving rise to more questions
than answers. The people had come, watched and laughed. They were an
evil lot. The jokes didn’t bother him. He was used to them. He had always
been a recipient of their laughter. The only way of escape was to join
their debauchery. He would never do that.

Tonight, he carried the weight of their souls. Why won’t they listen? How
do I make them understand? From the depth, tears crashed through his
eye gates. He could not hold them any longer. He poured the certainty of
their fate onto the ground in crashing tears of futility and heartache. At
last, he understood rain. Oh, the rain! The rain would surely come! It
would burst from God’s own heart.

Psalm 19: 9-11 The fear of the Lord is pure, enduring forever. The
ordinances of the Lord are sure and altogether righteous. They are more
precious than gold; they are sweeter than honey, than honey from the
comb. By them is your servant warned; in keeping them is great reward.
NIV

The Copper Penny Press

April 2008