A Coffee Break With the Stars
|Courtesy of HubbleSite|
It’s not fresh, this rain puddle-y mug of coffee. But I’m feeling frugal and tired, so I slide last night’s forgotten zucchini out of the microwave and slip in this mug to reheat old coffee. It’s acrid from too much time on the hot burner and slightly stale, but I’m craving a jolt of caffeine.
In between hours at work, and time at home watching a Ronald Regan documentary or bent over metric conversion tables, I pull my Bible close, craving time with Him. I ponder words from the oldest New Testament letter (this letter from Jesus’ half brother James to his Jerusalem church and beyond).
“Don’t be deceived, my brothers,” he says.
I pause again now, the coffee too stale for me to finish. Ugh. I shudder, and pour myself some orange juice. Tangy sweetness washes away acrid staleness.
“Don’t be deceived, my brothers,” James says, tying this thought in with the sentences above. “Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.”
Refreshing words rinse staleness from my mind. The Father of heavenly lights. Hubble space images of spiraling galaxies, twisting green nebulas, and hulking red stars fill my mind.
“Lord of the Star-fields, Ancient of Days, Universe-maker, here’s a song in your praise,” croons Canadian musician Bruce Cockburn in my memory.
Father of heavenly lights, dropping every good and perfect gift from above. He Who Does Not Change Like Shifting Shadows.
“Lord of the Star-fields,
Ancient of Days,
here’s a song in your praise.”
The Father of heavenly lights rinses staleness from me.