It was a young adult Sunday school party back in the days when I could still be considered a young adult. It was supposed to be a pool party, but as people gathered, it started to rain. As a pastor, I don't like it to rain on people's parties. I always get the blame. “Howard,” people say, “Can't you do something about the weather?" Normally I reply, “I am in sales not management." That day my explanation gave no satisfaction. So in an act of desperation I stepped up on a picnic table, stretched my hands to the heavens, and cried out in a loud voice “LET THE RAIN STOP." Well the words were hardly out of my mouth when lightning struck a transformer about two hundred yards away and the heavens roared in thunder. As I tried to calm my fears under that picnic table I vowed to God that I would n…