The moon wanders the earth in a dreamy state. It ambles the cosmos which houses me, rising above the early morning’s bleakness like a pale queen among its servants—the murky clouds, which camouflage her and then, unhurriedly, scurry away to give way to this most remarkable apparition: The silvery goddess of the night gliding the skies as it plunges before my eyes to its unfathomable place of rest.
And every day and every morning from my office window I see it and marvel at how strange and miraculous a thing is to be able to observe such an astonishing planet so clearly from our own obscure one—drifting away the heavens at her own pace; elegantly and perfectly akin to mystery and the immeasurable like a faultless magical ball suspended in bliss.
And to think that the moon is absolutely real, that somewhere; wherever it may be, it moves and travels around the Earth and returns to its starting position, and it shifts the tides and alters and modifies the atmosphere… it is not a just a figment of the imagination—the moon, for although I cannot go to it; nor explain where it cometh from or where it departs to, it is always there to see… and believe.
Ah if only we humans were given but a glimpse of God’s presence in the same manner; perhaps a sight of yet another planet—God’s planet; perfectly perceivable from our own diminutive and miserable one. Plain and obvious to the limitedness of humanity. To be able to look out my window every morning and, as with the moon, see it standing in the heart of the cosmos—God’s dwelling place shinning down on us; like a sunburst pearl hanging in the dubious sky of my mornings.
Wouldn’t we humans be less skeptical then?—more of a believer than a non believer? Less prone to sin I would imagine too. For it would only take to raise our eyes to the heaven to see and believe. The chronicles of humankind revealed and reminded by the substantial.
Oh this shyness of God… this most unfathomable and incomprehensible barrier which separates Creator from creation is inconceivable to me… this persistence of God, as I see it, to dwell in anonymity; imperceptible and concealed from those whose heart yearn for Him. How to interpret this otherwise? And how to live by faith with only the words of man written on a book made by man? Is there really a God? Are we predestined to damnation? Is the human race left alone to what it has been until now or is it really something more?
And then again, how not to believe… and how not to see, without seeing, that He is that ‘Who’ which spreads out the skies over the emptiness, and the one who suspends the moon over nothing? (Job 26:7)
“If we look about us, to the earth and waters here below, we see his almighty power. If we consider hell beneath, though out of our sight, yet we may conceive the discoveries of God's power there. If we look up to heaven above, we see displays of God's almighty power. By his Spirit, the eternal Spirit that moved upon the face of the waters, the breath of his mouth” (Psalms 33:6)