Last week was a week of rainbows. On Thursday, I saw a rainbow as I left work, and then on Friday, we saw a double rainbow as we drove around Jacksonville, Florida.
Here's a picture of a past double rainbow, for your Friday viewing pleasure:
My rational brain knows that rainbows are a trick of light and refraction. My inspiration brain says, "Wow! What a cool sight!" And then, as I've written before, there's my theological mind that sees the rainbow as a sign of God's promise.
The world is full of reminders of God's promise. On Wednesday, I got up very early to drive south. The moon was just rising and huge. It was a waning moon, so it hung low on the horizon, the crescent a pumpkin orange. Imagine just a sliver of this moon:
Again, I was enchanted--and grateful that there wasn't much traffic, because I kept wanting to gaze at the moon. We think of the full moon as having that bewitching power, but the crescent moon has a pull too.
As I drove through the dark, I saw not one, but 2 shooting stars. I made a wish, as I have been trained to do since childhood. My brain said, "A beautiful moon and two shooting stars--they must be portents of good things to come."
Leftover impulses from a more superstitious time of human history? Willingness to be enchanted?
I think of my impulse to pray, which my more scientific friends might dismiss as fanciful as much as I dismiss my impulse to wish upon a star, shooting or otherwise. But I make my wishes known to God--and to my spouse, my friends, anyone who will listen.
I want to be more present, more attuned to all the ways that the world shows us the presence of a caring creator. Double rainbows, rising moons, and shooting stars are very flashy ways to get my attention. I want to also see the subtle signs.
feeling the feelings…
3 months ago