God shed his grace on thee

Last week, I lucked into a couple of chances to witness how God sheds his grace on this old world.

I saw the northern lights again. It doesn’t matter how many times they appear, those colors stretching and dancing across the sky will take your breath away. You look up and see the first streaks of green and know the celestial magic is about to begin. The stars always seem extra bright just ahead of the northern lights, shined up and wearing their finest for the big show.

Sometimes the sky is so clearly a canvas that you don’t have to wonder who’s holding the divine paintbrush. You just feel lucky to live in such a beautiful world.

There is no bore at all in aurora borealis.

Then, on a quick little walk with my daughter Katherine, I looked up and saw that the road ahead had been paved in gold. I stopped for a moment to enjoy the view and record it for reassurance in the grayer days ahead.

I’m no theologian and my faith is more of a hope than a conviction.

But, I do find it reassuring every now and then to marvel at the view, to witness all that beauty, trust in a higher power and see a hint of the glory that awaits.