Have you ever felt plucked out and suddenly dropped by the hand of God into the wasteland? Have you felt desolate, dry, and fragile? No sign of God, no sound of water?”
Here is the personal and passionate, “Me too!” that fans of Leslie Parrott have been waiting for.
For “Seattlite” Parrott, rain isn’t a date-canceling, mood-altering nuisance. Rather, that first drop of rain and the following drizzle or downpour is a persistent, positive, mystical fact of life that both confirms the presence of God and underscores his (seeming) absences.
Through original poetry, vividly-drawn vignettes, and honest reflection, Parrott mixes images of rain and “wasteland” to explore the daily juxtaposition of deluge and desert we all encounter. A conversation about grief and death takes place in lush gardens teeming with life. A prayer, delivered and answered at a dying friend’s bedside, leads to bittersweet understanding. And personal confidences (“My flaws and fears are so real, they demand my full attention.”) strike a chord in all of us who struggle earnestly, if sometimes defiantly, to see God’s purpose in everything.