” In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth….And darkness was over the face of the deep….And God said, ‘Let there be light’, and there was light. And God saw that the light was good. And God separated the light from the darkness. God called the lihght Day, and the darkness He called Night. And there was evening and there was morning, the first day.” (Gen. 1:1-5)
Just before dawn, starlight that had travelled multiple light years across the universe finally peeked through pinholes in an inky velvet sky. The whole gang was there—Orion, Big Dipper, Cassiopeia and Vega along with a waning crescent moon. And I am reminded that the One, Jesus Christ, who is “the same yesterday and today and forever” (Heb.13:8), is the North Star by whom I set the sextant for my soul and chart the course for my life’s journey.
Sunrise broke strong past pinks, reds and oranges and made its grand entrance as a blinding, fiery ball the eastern horizon. The sun rose…again. Like yesterday and the day before that. And I am reminded that “the steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; His mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning. Great is His faithfulness!” (Lam. 3:22-23)
By late morning, the breezes picked up and clouds began to scuttle across the sky like white-skirted dancers whirling upside-down with Gene Kelly on a blue ceiling. The clouds showed invisible wind. And I am reminded that “the wind blows where it wishes and you hear its sound, but you do not know where it comes from or where it is going. So is everyone born of the Spirit.” (John 3:8)
At some point mid-afternoon, the wind kicked around to the north and clouds began to lower, to thicken, darken and frown. Their threat was made good when steady raindrops kissed our drought-parched fields. And I am reminded that the Lord says “as the rain and the snow come down from heaven and do no return there but water the earth, making it bring forth and sprout…so shall my word be that goes out from my mouth; it shall not return to me empty, but shall accomplish that which I purpose and succeed in the thing for which I sent it.” (Is. 55:10-11)
The storm blew through and behind it, the dusk-destined sun played hide-and-seek through broken clouds. Sun from the west sparkled through still-falling rain to the east. Suddenly a huge rainbow arced over the countryside, with its spectrum of colors red, orange, yellow, green, blue indigo, violet– breathtakingly vivid. It was like a painting hung against the plain dark walls in a world-sized art gallery. And just on the other side of wow, another one appeared…a double rainbow! Speechless, I am reminded of my Father’s covenant signed with a rainbow, that He would not wrathfully use “a flood to destroy all flesh” (Gen, 9:15) Instead, He would pour out His wrath on His Son for me, “for God has not destined us for wrath, but to obtain salvation through our Lord Jesus Christ, who died for us so that…we might live with him.” (1 Thess. 5:9-10)
The storms eased away and the sun quietly came back. Lying low in the western sky, it shone iridescent beneath a bank of clouds, as if stubbornly refusing to give up its claim to the Kentucky sky. And I am reminded that “from the rising of the sun to the place where it sets, the name of the Lord is to be praised.” (Ps. 113:3)
And so night comes again, cooler after the rain and with clouds now obscuring stars and moon. And I am reminded that “the heavens are telling the glory of God” (Ps. 19:1) and that
He spreads out the northern skies over empty space;
he suspends the earth over nothing.
He wraps up the waters in his clouds,
yet the clouds do not burst under their weight
He covers the face of the full moon,
spreading his clouds over it.
And these are but the outer fringe of his works;
how faint the whisper we hear of him!
Who then can understand the thunder of his power?”
(Job 26:7-9, 14)
…until dawn turns the page on another story.