The Forecast: A proclaimed Incarnate, Crucified, Risen and Ascended Christ

The grass withers, the flower fades, but the word of our God will stand forever.

Honestly, I hate the rain. Didn't used to mind it at all, but when it comes and stays it becomes unnerving. It's simple geography. Here in this part of the country the ground doesn't soak up the rain very well. Lots of clay here. So the yard gets very wet and squishy and stays that way for weeks and even months at a time. It ruins parades, picnics, sunning and bike rides. On the other hand, drought doesn't make our grass wither here until maybe August. Mowing is good exercise when you push an acre.
But I digress.
This is an opportunity for me to muse and share about the faith delivered to the Saints. I'm not speaking in the Roman sense, but the Scriptural sense, the believers in Christ. The ones through the ages who have stood their ground against teeth, blade, slander, the sinful self, nature and all the assaults of the devil because the Word of Christ held them up. It picked them up when they fell on their own accord or at the invitation of temptation. The Christ who spoke his Word of promise made good on his promise unto their death because they were already part of his. Baptism. Water and the Word.
It's the kind of wet I don't mind at all.