Vexed sailors cursed the rain, for which poor shepherds prayed in vain.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Many a man curses the rain that falls upon his head, and knows not that it brings abundance to drive away the hunger.
May God forgive us for the times when we as individuals and as a Church failed to seek out and care for those little ones who were frightened, alone and in pain because someone was abusing them. That we did not always respond to your cries with the concern of the Good Shepherd is a matter of deep shame.
Seeing that our thirst was increasing and the water was killing us, while the storm did not abate, we agreed to trust to God, Our Lord, and rather risk the perils of the sea than wait there for certain death from thirst.
Godly sorrow is a gift of the Spirit. It is a deep realization that our actions have offended our Father and our God. It is the sharp and keen awareness that our behavior caused the Savior, He who knew no sin, even the greatest of all, to endure agony and suffering.
It is only in sorrow bad weather masters us; in joy we face the storm and defy it.
You see, I had been riding with the storm clouds, and had come to earth as rain, and it was drought that I had killed with the power that the Six Grandfathers gave me.
So that godly sorrow may be discerned by this train of graces wherewith it is accompanied, that worldly sorrow wants, at least in the truth of them, though it may have some shadows of them.
'Pears like I prayed all the time, 'bout my work, everywhere, I prayed an' groaned to the Lord.
It is no use to grumble and complain; It's just as cheap and easy to rejoice; When God sorts out the weather and sends rain - Why, rain's my choice.
The seaman tells stories of winds, the ploughman of bulls; the soldier details his wounds, the shepherd his sheep.