It’s been a wet, wet, wet summer so far

If someone has been praying for good weather these last few months could they please stop immediately they’re obviously doing something wrong.

If someone has been praying for good weather these last few months could they please stop immediately they’re obviously doing something wrong.

I have to be honest I’m waiting for a good summer nearly as long as I’m waiting for Liverpool to win the Premier League. Every year, like every new football season, you have the best of hopes and the highest of expectations. Come Easter and you wait for the evenings to lengthen and consider bringing out the summer wardrobe. April this year seemed to lull many people into a false sense of expectation. Yet Fr Canny always warns one swallow never makes a summer. Fr Michael seems to know what he’s talking about, unlike a certain Donegal farmer who promised the local population the best summer in decades. Maybe the Donegal native makes the same prediction every year and we simply forget.

Whilst the month of April whet our appetite with tantalising glimpses of sunshine, during May, June and July we just got wet. If only the rain were the sum total of our problems then it would be an average summer. Unfortunately the temperatures have plummeted too. The sense of disappointment in the parochial house has been devastating. Fr Roland had to pack away all his Bermuda shirts whilst Fr Joseph is dreaming of an Indian winter, never mind summer. Fr Joseph can now be found walking about in a coat which resembles a lagging jacket for a boiler tank. There is a rumour Fr Canny has put a padlock on the controls for the central heating to keep costs down. The last I heard was Fr Canny hooking up a set of bikes to a generator to keep his curates fit and warm. To be honest the summer could all be summed up by an encounter I had with a woman I met in the South Wing of the hospital. Looking out at the rain the woman confessed she was looking to winter for some good weather.

The turmoil of our summer can reflect the unpredictability of the events which shape our lives. Often we depend on routine and order, we expect spring to follow winter and summer to follow spring. The seasons seem to have gone haywire and we’re confronted with the turbulent experience of often having to endure the four seasons in the space of one hour, never mind one day. In a similar manner we build up similar expectations of God. We expect God to punish the bad and reward the good. We demand that God answer our cries for help and protects us from all harm. We feel God should act in a certain manner and live up to our expectations. Yet, when we’re confronted with the unexpected we often crash and fall; struggling to cope with God’s failure to meet our needs. Like the crowds who think they know Jesus, we to can fall into the same trap of thinking we know God. We have to allow God, who is so much bigger and more surprising than the limits of our hearts and imaginations, to be God.