I didn’t show any interest until about an
hour or so before the event. My interest
increased when I walked outside.
The morning air was still. No birds. Not a
leaf on a tree shook. There was hushed
expectation from all of God’s creation.
Except for humans.
The experts explained the coming solar
eclipse as “cosmic coincidence.” Humanity
blew it off as simply happenstance.
What arrogance and irreverence! How odd
that the trees, birds, and animals knew
what humanity forgot. That the eclipse
echoes this truth, “Be still and know that I
am God. I will be exalted among the nations!
I will be exalted in the earth.” (Psalm 46:10)
As I stood outside with my homemade
projector box in hand waiting to take my
first look skyward, the stillness was eerie.
Unworldly, really. Made me think. What a
great day for Jesus to come (again)! Or, said
another way in Klingon, “What a great day to
die!” Think about it. Almost the whole world
was looking up at the Sun and Moon from
roughly 09:00 to 12:00 (Arizona time).
As I snapped my first box photo, that line
from Nacho Libre was in my head, “I believe
in science.” Is that mankind’s mantra or a
death knell? For the birds if you ask me. The
birds were awed by the truth; people were
awed by the lie. I don’t believe in science.
The awe-inspiring eclipse and eerie stillness
that preceded it reinforced the hope that is
still to come: “For the Lord Himself will come
down from heaven with a shout of command,
with the voice of the archangel and with the
[blast of the] trumpet of God, and the dead in
Christ will rise first. Then we who are alive and
remain [on the earth] will simultaneously be
caught up (raptured) together with them [the
resurrected ones] in the clouds to meet the
Lord in the air, and so we will always be with
the Lord! Therefore comfort and encourage
one another with these words [concerning
our reunion with believers who have died].”
(1 Thessalonians 4:16-18 AMP) So, that is
my take on the total solar eclipse for 2017.
I doubt that many will be here for the next
one in 2024; not because we died; but
because we believed in the hope to come
and not in science.
Poet, Writer, US Army (Retired)
I dreamed of writing when I was a youngster. The love of books and writing may have helped to dull the pain of severe sexual abuse as I was sexually abused by two men at my father’s place of work from age 8 to 12 or so. I learned about this for the first time when I was 50 years old. So, as a boy, reading was the only place I had to go to. My fantasy world was better and safer than my real world. I loved reading and writing.
Reading books and writing poetry are a joy to me still and are an important part of my life. (See my About Me page on my blog for the complete profile.)