When the Sky Finally Broke Open Over Cobargo
In January 2020, the small town of Cobargo, New South Wales, was surrounded by fire. For weeks, smoke had replaced the sky. Eucalyptus leaves curled brown and dropped like ash. Farmers watched their fences melt, their pastures turn to cinder. The land itself seemed to shrivel.
Then one afternoon, the clouds gathered — dark, heavy, impossibly welcome. And when the rain came, people walked out of their homes and stood in it. They didn't run for cover. They lifted their faces and wept.
Isaiah knew that kind of desperate longing. "Oh, that you would rend the heavens and come down," he cried, speaking for a people who had watched everything good wither under the heat of their own wandering. "We all shrivel up like a leaf, and like the wind our sins sweep us away." It is the prayer of people who have run out of their own solutions — who know they cannot make it rain.
But notice what Isaiah does next. He doesn't bargain. He doesn't list his qualifications. He simply says, "We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand." It is the most honest prayer a person can pray — not "look what I've done for You," but "I am Yours. Shape me again."
Sometimes the holiest thing we can do is stand in the open with empty hands and wait for the heavens to break.
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