It was big news last week, so I suppose I’m a little behind
in getting on the band wagon. I usually am these days. When life centers around
a 2-year-old and 6-month-old, what’s “in” is nowhere to be seen on the radar.
Not that I’m really complaining. I don’t look forward to the day when Emry and
Ethan are begging for whatever is the “latest and greatest”.
But back to the subject of last week’s headline news: the
solar eclipse. Pittsburgh was on the 85% range of its path and peak time was
about 2:30 that afternoon, just a bit after I arrived home from work. As I
drove, the world around me did get darker in a way I had never seen before,
therefore making it a bit hard to describe. For it wasn’t like dusk. And it
definitely wasn’t like passing rain clouds. It was like a curtain being drawn
over light, darkening the room but not pitch dark. It was rather amazing.
Even neater was the fact that it was cloudy that day. Of
course there was lots of discussion about looking at the sun, viewing glasses,
regular sunglasses, scars on the retina, etc. No doubt the same conversation
millions of people were having that morning. Since I didn’t have viewing
glasses or even regular sunglasses (I guess I could have borrowed Emry’s Minnie
glasses…), I went out with the hopes of just getting a peak. Which is nearly
impossible unless you have a lot of stubborn willpower to look at direct
sunlight – even a small portion of it. I thought I would just have to chalk it
down that I was at least alive during this rare natural event and leave it at
that…until a group of dark clouds passed over and I could see the eclipse
through them – the moon passing between the sun and the earth. It was pretty
amazing.
And isn’t it interesting to think that God created the
heavenly bodies just so? They cross paths on a schedule, just as they rotate in
harmonious precision every moment of every day. No chaos. No slip of a half
spin. No falling into nothingness. Every single movement is perfect and planned
by a loving Creator. Like I already said twice: Amazing.
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