Mysterious Moon

I have always had an attraction to the moon. . .

this giant ball-shaped rock suspended in the sky that lights up our nights. 

For me it always stirs a sense of mystery looking up at the twinkling stars that are sprinkled around it, watching misty clouds floating idly by.

Sometimes it’s full and round and so bright it casts a soft silver-blue light that glows upon the sleepy landscape, and silently shimmers across wind-swept waters.

Other times there’s just the faintest sliver of light curving its way around the bottom edge of the moon, as if it had been plucked from the dark fabric of the sky, ever-so slightly dipped in white-liquid-light, and carefully placed right back onto the dark velvet canopy curving over the hushed willing night. 

A half moon always looks to me like a disk of light being pushed through a slit in the dark paper sky, the other half still hidden behind the inky blackness.

No matter how it appears on any given night, one truth that is so fascinating about the moon is that it does not cast its own light, but is only reflecting the light from the ever-flaming sun. 

There are times when it seems so brilliant, you would think it was glowing from within, but the source of the glorious shine is always the same – 

the distant blaze of the sun.

But who gave source to the sun with burning light so bright we’re unable to fully look upon it?

And God said, 

“Let there be lights in the vault of the sky to separate the day from the night, 

and let them serve as signs to mark sacred times, and days and years, 

and let them be lights in the vault of the sky to give light on the earth.” 

And it was so. 

God made two great lights—the greater light to govern the day 

and the lesser light to govern the night. 

He also made the stars. 

God set them in the vault of the sky to give light on the earth, 

to govern the day and the night, and to separate light from darkness. 

And God saw that it was good.  

– Genesis 1:14-18

I’m not sure how anyone can look deep into the sky and not see the work of God. 

I just can’t. 

I’m certain that however young I was, the first time I really looked into the vastness of the sky, it took my breath away, and I knew with all of my heart and soul that the God who made it all, was speaking to me….  

I knew that He knew me, and I really wanted to know Him.

It’s taken all of these years, and I’m still getting to know Him, I still stand in awe when I look into the sky.

Whenever I look up at the burning lights in the vault of the sky, 

my heart burns within me…

… and I long to be forever in the presence of the Everlasting Light.

The sun will no more be your light by day,

    nor will the brightness of the moon shine on you,

for the LORD will be your everlasting light,

    and your God will be your glory.

 Your sun will never set again,

    and your moon will wane no more;

the LORD will be your everlasting light,

    and your days of sorrow will end.

-  Isaiah 60:19-20