On a Warm August Night...

It is late on a warm, breezy August evening.
There are no bugs to bite, only those that are singing and humming.
Most of the daytime traffic out on the highway has gone home
Save the far-distant sound of a motorcyclist savoring the open air.
A crescent moon shines brightly in the west and invites an audience
Of one.
And overhead, in the opening between mighty oaks,
Twinkling stars and constellations and the Little Dipper—
Fixtures in the heavens, unchanged by time, war, pestilence, fears and uncertainty, and the frailties of mankind.

And the Psalmist speaks...

O Lord, our Lord

How majestic is Your Name in all the earth!

(I love this: “Majestic things display great dignity, befit a great ruler, or are simply far superior to everyday stuff.”)

When I consider Your heavens, the work of Your fingers, the moon and the stars, which You have set in place, what is man—who am I—that You are mindful of him…that You care for him?”

Just as my neck begins to get stiff from looking up, Isaiah chimes in…

“Lift up your eyes and look at the heavens: Who created all these?

He who bring out the starry host one by one, and calls them each by name.

Because of His great power and mighty strength, not one of them is missing!

So, why do you say, ‘My way is hidden from the Lord; my cause is disregarded by my God’?

Have you not known? Have you not heard?

The God Who lives forever is the Lord, the One Who made the ends of the earth.

He will not become weak or tired.

His understanding is too great for us to begin to know.

He gives strength to the weak.

And He gives power to him who has little strength.

Even very young men get tired and become weak and strong young men trip and fall.

But they who wait upon the Lord will get new strength. They will rise up with wings like eagles. They will run and not get tired. They will walk and not become weak…”

...Who knew that the moon and stars could speak so profoundly
Late on a warm, breezy August evening?
All it took was one moment of silence, of stopping and looking Up, to be reminded:
I don’t know how this mess is all going to work out, but
God has not left the building.
God is still at work.

God is unchanging:
God still cares.
About everything and every one He has made…
Go and live likewise.

“We need to find God, and He cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature—trees, flowers, grass—grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence... We need silence to be able to touch souls."

—Mother Theresa