This past Sunday, during the reverent hush of the Sacrament, a sound, like a gentle breeze and a thundering waterfall combined came upon our congregation. It caused many to raise their heads from their silent reflection and wonder at what they heard, and then the sound increased in intensity. It caused an awesome stirring within the soul, yet at the same time, it was easily discernible that a great downpour was upon our small building. The rains abated quickly and left us to silently ponder what we had heard and felt.
A scripture came to mind:
"We saw the Lord standing upon the breastwork of the pulpit, before us; and under his feet was a paved work of pure gold, in color like amber. His eyes were as a flame of fire; the hair of his head was white like the pure snow; his countenance shone above the brightness of the sun; and his voice was as the sound of the rushing of great waters, even the voice of Jehovah." Doctrine and Covenants 110:2-3
As more water fell and the intensity increased I couldn't help but think of the Nephites after the storms and tempests has subsided. The voice of God came from the heavens, yet they could not understand it. Listening to the rain pouring onto the roof of the chapel, I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to hear the voice of God calling from the heavens. Would I be able to hear it? I hope I would. I love the sound of water, and the rain that fell, was great and powerful, yet it fit so well in the reverent atmosphere that is always present during the ordinance of the Sacrament. What a neat sacrament meeting to be in. God is in the rain and I love the spring reminders that come in our frequents cloudbursts.
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