My 60th post. I suppose I should either feel like that’s a lot, or it’s not really very many but I don’t feel anything except a strange kind of pleasure at it being a multiple of ten. Kind of like I felt last year when I was 60 (except I’m not crying this time). I’ve had so many thoughts this week and should be able to type until my fingers bleed. I’m waiting on something though. I think there’s a theme tying all the thoughts together if I could only see it, and I know whatever message there is would be better if I could see the theme. The elusive theme…
The air around my life is thick with intensity – intense relationships, intensely beautiful surroundings, intense emotions, intensely difficult work, intensely critical decisions – all going by so intensely fast that I see my life as only a quick blip on the radar screen of time. We always think of how fast time is going on Fridays. Dennis and I look at each other and one of us says “look at this! It’s Friday again already!” We both know that one of these Fridays will be the last one. I am surprised that it’s not really a disturbing thought to me. Just a fact.
We have had a string of perfect days this week. There has been just enough rain and clouds to make it all the more glorious when the sun is back. The ocean has been dull grey, churning with waves big enough to bring the surfers out for a while and then the clouds blow away and it turns all the different shades of aquamarine that you can imagine. It’s so beautiful. We (the husband and I ) have taken walks several nights and watched the sky change as the sun sets. When it’s as dark as it gets, there has been a delicate crescent moon hanging in the blackness with a very bright planet Venus near it. Hebrew poetry says this;
“God’s glory is on tour in the skies, God-craft on exhibit across the horizon. Madame Day holds classes every morning, Professor Night lectures each evening. Their words aren’t heard, their voices aren’t recorded, but their silence fills the earth: unspoken truth is spoken everywhere. God makes a huge dome for the sun – a superdome! The morning sun’s a new husband leaping from his honeymoon bed, The daybreaking sun an athlete racing to the tape. That’s how God’s Word vaults across the skies from sunrise to sunset, melting ice, scorching deserts, warming hearts to faith. The revelation of God is whole and pulls our lives together. The signposts of God are clear and point out the right road. The life-maps of God are right, showing the way to joy. The directions of God are plain and easy on the eyes. God’s reputation is twenty-four-carat gold, with a lifetime guarantee. The decisions of God are accurate down to the nth degree. God’s Word is better than a diamond, better than a diamond set between emeralds. You’ll like it better than strawberries in spring, better than red, ripe strawberries. There’s more: God’s Word warns us of danger and directs us to hidden treasure. Otherwise how will we find our way? Or know when we play the fool? Clean the slate, God, so we can start the day fresh! Keep me from stupid sins, from thinking I can take over your work; Then I can start this day sun-washed, scrubbed clean of the grime of sin. These are the words in my mouth; these are what I chew on and pray. Accept them when I place them on the morning altar, O God, my Altar-Rock, God, Priest-of-My-Altar.