Walking along one day, I began to feel the raindrops on my face. This worried me a little, as the clouds above were pretty heavy and grey, and I was still some distance from my destination (a hospital). But it was the afternoon, and despite the heavy grey canopy directly above, the afternoon sun was shining bright amber under the clouds.
It struck me that the same storm that threatened to soak me miserably would very likely create a beautiful, bright rainbow for anyone watching from few kilometers out to the west…
“One man’s storm is another man’s rainbow”
I began to wonder how often this might prove true…
One man dies painfully from lung cancer; another man is frightened into quitting smoking.
One man has a horrible car accident; thousands slow down and drive more carefully.
One man fails his interview for job; another man’s family will now be able to afford proper food and clothing.
One man dies fighting a bushfire; hundreds of lives and homes are saved.
One man is mutilated fighting in a war; a whole country is protected from invasion.
Perhaps this is one of the reasons God permits us to suffer. Perhaps the good we buy for others with our suffering is all the more precious and wonderful for the price that has been paid for it, especially if that price is paid willingly, joyfully and with genuine unselfish love.
So the next time you benefit from someone else’s sacrifice, stop and think about that person and say a little prayer for them. And the next time things are not going well for you, think about this: without you knowing, someone else’s hope may be growing because of your storm’s rainbow…