Flash fiction: The Rain in France is Trying
Tally heard the thought: “It is nice that God speaks French” ..and he understands.
Raised in an English bubble, with French spirits coming in from the side every now and then, that when translated is like listening to a stupid person that requires additional education and more work than usual to understand, ( and the constant pressure on everyone is the accusation of being perpetually under-educated) it was really nice to know that God did say things as the French at times. Being monolingual is a certain kind of deafness, in which one has to keep asking over and over for the speaker to repeat the phrase or the saying. Most of the time, after all the trouble, the effort and the rub on the patience of all concerned, it ( the whole thing..) is both a disappointment and a waste that in certain circumstances is required in the overall polite. Surely somebody somewhere had been through that, known that the overall polite isn’t necessarily a good thing and understands for the whole human race: “We’re in trouble. Something has happened here.” Even an old washer woman in Marseille could understand that, even though she knew that understanding it didn’t wash away any sins.
The weather breaks; the rain starts in a gentle downpour with hardly any thunder at all. The sound is a certain kind of sense, a talented player going through intelligent motions that are not understood and pounding away in a solitude of supposed power and an imperative to do so. Even the rain is deceived; running through the polite to deliver itself as medicine to the sick and injured accompanied by music.
Tally saw in his mind an old man from long ago, French even, but before France was France, that saw that he saw that, had stood up to protest that no one had understood (like a watchman reporting the present and distant truth to the genuinely deaf/wicked), nodding and sitting down as having passed on something real. Tally wanted to sit beside him and say nothing for at least a very long time.
He stepped from under the portico and held out his hand to catch some raindrops. Pouring his hand empty, he said: “No. It ain’t you either.”
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Romans 8:19-23 For the anxious looking out of the creature expects the revelation of the sons of God: for the creature has been made subject to vanity, not of its will, but by reason of him who has subjected the same , in hope that the creature itself also shall be set free from the bondage of corruption into the liberty of the glory of the children of God. For we know that the whole creation groans together and travails in pain together until now. And not only that , but even *we* ourselves, who have the first-fruits of the Spirit, we also ourselves groan in ourselves, awaiting adoption, that is the redemption of our body.
In the Name of Jesus Christ, Amen
Am I now come up without Jehovah against this place to destroy it? Jehovah said to me, Go up against this land and destroy it. 2 Kings 18:25
Anti-Christ tried the lie that God had sent him to conqueor Jerusalem through the Assyrians. But God says to the worshipers of demons who hate Jesus Christ and Israel: "But I know thine abode, and thy going out, and thy coming in, And thy raging against me." 2 Kings 19:27