My photo of the Super Moon:
It wasn’t quite dark. It wasn’t too high in the sky. It was a little misty, a little hidden behind branches, and it wasn’t super-sharp clear like some great photos I’ve seen on TV.
But I decided I like my photo anyway.
Soft and indistinct.
Like a lot of the things I know about. So much I know about but don’t have a clear sharp understanding of.
Maybe I’m weary. Maybe I’ve been reading too many of my favorite action-adventure spy-vs.-spy special forces kind of novels — where there is a lot of death and dying. Maybe I’ve seen too many mean-spirited and violent people in the protest videos in the news. Death and threats of death everywhere.
And now the coming of Thanksgiving week, where birth met death in our family in 2010. Cooper was born ,”untimely,” unexpectedly premature, but in time to be placed in Hubbie’s arms, in his hospital bed, as he lay dying.
We were “indistinct” about that too. Perhaps supernaturally protected from too many acute emotions, like the soft, comforting lighting on the way to Hubbie’s room.
I don’t understand much about death. I know we have to go through the process of death in order to get to Eternal Life. I know there will be a horrible state of affairs for many who die, but a wonderful and glorious state of affairs for those who have come to know their Creator — before they die.
Our Creator didn’t create death, but He made provision for all of us who have to face death. Stick with Him, on His terms, and we’ll be all right.
But what is this process that causes so much grief and loss and uncertainty? And people who bravely say they don’t fear death — are they kidding themselves? Even some of our greatest, most good and holy saints have gone through periods when they fear their own imminent death. It’s a Crossing Over, leaving everything behind that we know, into —
The Bible says don’t be looking into things that are above your understanding. It’s okay if things stay fuzzy and unfocused.
So, maybe death is one of those things. It happened in our family at Thanksgiving time: Hubbie (and devoted father to my children); and then my own Mom just before Thanksgiving a couple years after.
We’ll probably engage in our usual “remembering” this year, trying to make sense of something that was never meant to be but is a common experience of all humans. There can be much that is beautiful and true after our death.
Best left indistinct and unclear, I suppose, because if we give ourselves too many answers, we won’t be open to the loveliness of Eternity that a loving , caring God has provided for us, as it comes into our lives. Our thoughts can hide his thoughts.
I can know that the full moon was 8% closer this month. The last time it was this close was 69 years ago. the next time will be in the year 2030. But that doesn’t help me know the beauty of the soft golden glow of a misty moon, and be touched by the wonder of it all.
There is more to human life than scientific knowledge.