Did y’all see the eclipse of the moon the other morning? It happened early Saturday morning. It began at 3:30 Pacific time and we did not get up that early. But we did get up a little after 5 so we could see the moon partially covered and continued to watch (between bouts of running inside to warm up and make cocoa) until the entire moon was just a softly glowing red in the sky, and we could turn around to see the opposite sky turning orange as the sun made its entrance.
It was pretty neat huddling together in our back yard in what I can only assume was below freezing temperatures. We talked about how people who didn’t yet understand how our cosmos was designed could have seen this event as even more momentous than we did. We imagined someone with very little astronomical understanding watching a month’s worth of phases happen in a matter of hours. How would they have interpreted what their eyes were seeing? With wonder and fear?
I think many people today have notion that we have ‘arrived’ scientifically. While admitting there is more to explore in micro and macro fields, there is a feeling of satisfied well-being from having assured knowledge about the general day-to-day of our lives and environment. But I have to think that most people in most places throughout most times have felt the same way. Explanations are given for the observations we make, and we accept them. Contemporary people may scoff at legends explaining the birth of our planet, but who is to say that people in our tomorrow won’t find our ideas and theories just as contemptible in their quaintness?
Woah! That topic can take me far and wide. I will stop there and say that we had a magical morning standing in wonder at God’s magnificent creation in action.