A Weekend Of Cleansing
The world is covered in the yellow powder of pollen. You can see it, smell it, feel it everywhere you turn. No matter how you brush it or wipe it, it comes right back.
The thunderstorm hammered on the roof for hours, making a joyful noise unto the Lord. When it was over, there was a clean, clear world underneath. For the moment everything looks pure and new again. We are washed clean by the soul-cleansing blood of the Lamb. Unlike the earthly rain, all that are washed in this flood are clean for all eternity. There will be no residue left behind to see another day. Make this a weekend of cleansing, starting from the inside and working your way out.