Monday Musings for 2.10.20


Dear Friends,

A full moon last night.  And a clear sky.  A perfect night for a run.

At 8:30 pm each Sunday, I meet up with my running friends.  There were four of us last night.  We used to run five miles, but we are getting older, so now we rarely run more than three.  Our pace is always slow enough that we can talk, which means it’s slow.  Last night we marveled at the beauty of the night sky.

In a recent sermon, I shared with you something from The Sense of Wonder by Rachel Carson.  She was walking along the beach in Maine.  In her case, the moon was not visible, which meant the night sky was dark enough that it was speckled with stars.  Here is what she wrote:

It occurred to me that if this were a sight that could be seen only once in a century or even once in a human generation, this little headland would be thronged with spectators.  But it can be seen many scores of nights in any year, and so the lights burned in the cottages and the inhabitants probably gave not a thought to the beauty overhead; and because they could see it almost any night, perhaps they will never see it.

Do you see the wonder and the beauty of God’s creation?  I mean really see it??

I said in that sermon that when we open our eyes to all that God has made, the appropriate response is “Wow!”

God is the “wower.”  We are the “wowees.”  And when our “Wow!” gets directed to God, there is a word for that.  That word is “worship.”

Yes, I suppose in a manner of speaking the four of us were worshiping God on our three-mile loop.  If our “Wow!” is limited to church services on Sunday, it means our eyes are closed the rest of the week.  But it’s a very good thing to meet up at 9 am, 11 am, or 5:30 pm on Sunday, with others who also feel the need to express our praise in a service of worship.

Of course, you are invited also at 8:30 pm.  But fair warning.  The weather conditions are seldom as perfect as they were last night.

In Christ,