I find myself sitting in a large parking-lot at almost 11pm at night. Nothing weird going on, just compelled to stay out a little longer. The moon is hanging in an awesome spot where it is visible from just the right spots at the right altitudes.
I remember when I was in High School, I would go “Moonlight Chasing” where I would drive thru different neighborhoods trying to find where the best view of the moon was. Just a silly game, but it was fun to do when I had the time.
Funny thing about the moon, which I remember from school…the moon emits no light on its own. On nights like tonight when it is all bright and awesome to look at, it isn’t that the moon has any light of its own, it is coming from another source, from the sun. Somehow the light from the sun is bouncing off the moon and reflecting to us in the middle of the night. Pretty cool.
It is more than just a cool thought when you realize that some of us are sitting in the middle of a dark night, waiting for daylight. Sometimes it seems like it is almost pitch black, and you wonder if this is the night that will never end. In those dark moments of the soul, there is a beacon of hope. There is a moon that sits on high and reminds me of a promise. It reminds me that while night comes…it can only stay for a while, because it will eventually have to submit and give way to daylight.
The moon, and the light that it shares, is in effect a reminder of God’s faithfulness. Darkness does not reign, despair is not an end. There is a moon up above that reflects light and reminds us, “the light is coming.”
So tonight, I find myself Moonlight Chasing, trusting in a promise.
