Driving back from church today, numbed and saddened. Suddenly it penetrated that it was raining. And that we are in the middle of our summer missions program. I LAUGHED. We often joke that we should drop the “T” in “Training Course” because it ALWAYS rains, and generally, the gravel roads to church are in pretty bad shape, thus giving the trainees plenty of excitement and stories to tell when they go home. There is comfort to be found in the familiar. In “traditions” (that aren’t actually traditions because we have no control over them, but I guess God must like the raining tradition ’cause He always sends rain during the training course!).