Cloudy Days Get You Down?
There is an old Carpenter’s song that goes “rainy days and Monday’s always get me down.” Well here in Southern California we do not face many rainy days in the summer (actually we could use a few more) but it does get cloudy once in a while. Well clouds got in my way when I recently traveled to Santa Monica. Clouds and cool temperatures it not my prescription for a wonderful day at the beach. I go to the beach for bright sun shine, really warm temperatures and a nice breeze.
Now, if you look carefully you will there is some sunshine reflecting off the water way in the distance, but it is too late to save the day for evening is coming on fast. So, on a day like this in Santa Montica I decided to stick around and enjoy the attractions on the pier, hoping for a better day next time.
Later that evening I was pleasantly surprised! The clouds cleared out (perhaps that little sunny clearing grew bigger) and the night sky became crystal clear and the moon shone beautifully over the ocean. Wow, sometimes you just have to hang around and you will be pleasantly rewarded. Perhaps it wasn’t what you were hoping for, but it turns out even better!
The psalmist knew this all along and wrote about cloudy days:
“Sing to God, sing praise to his name, extol him who rides on the clouds — his name is the LORD— and rejoice before him. A father to the fatherless, a defender of widows, is God in his holy dwelling.”- Psalm 68:4-5″
Singing to God even in the midst of a cloudy day can seem foolish. We all experience cloudy days because of life’s vicissitudes. “Cloudy Days” can leave us feeling abandoned, helpless, grieving, and unloved. We are without hope. However, if we answer the psalmists call to lift up our heads and sing songs of praise we will see our Savior riding the clouds to rescue us. Whenever we feel abandoned, or are in the midst of grief, it is our ability to offer up praise that can part the clouds and give us hope.
I remember reading a story about a woman facing radiation therapy. She was left alone in a very cold sterile room, while a huge machine was pointed at her to shoot radiation into her body. In the midst of that place of abandonment and fear the hospital staff remarked that they could hear her singing as her voice penetrated the walls. They were lines from a old hymn. She sang “..come thou fount of every blessing…” as the radiation attacked the turmor.
Well, we have looked at clouds from ‘both sides now’ and have been reminded that while ‘rainy days and Mondays’ can get us down, we ‘won’t last a day’ without our Savior. We summon our Savior every time we answer the call to lift up songs of praise on cloudy days.
Peace,
Doctor “J”


