I am at the little airport in Iowa where I come each year for the Cessna 150-152 Fly In. The grass here is brown and the earth hard. I struggled to get my anchors screwed into the ground to tie my plane down.
Flying over all the dry area of the Midwest, while distressing to see, is also a testament of the whims of nature. It’s magnificent power can be seen in the extremes of weather we experience.
I’ve noticed none of the religious sites have anything to offer in the way of theological analysis or meaning about the drought. My impression is that to be considered “punishment”, a weather event, or current event, must have drama associated with it.
Large thunderstorms, tornadoes, fires and such seem to have meaning, while dry crops do not. Mass murders like that in Colorado have meaning while deaths in car crashes do not.
Since these storms, fires and murders have not theological significance, I am happy to see no such commentary about the drought. It would be even better if preachers and politicians would not on people’s emotions by pretending to pray for rain. I’m sure there will be a lot of this coming up, and, if anyone complains about it, they will be labeled as being unkind and unsympathetic. This, in spite of the fact they are merely trying to separate reality from myth.
I hope it rains soon. But, until it does, we can simply sit back and watch the amazing power of nature.