David took the girls outside after bedtime to watch the clouds racing across the full moon. They climbed into the top of his truck (just to be that *little* bit closer) and sat on the roof for a while.

Although I’ve been separated from friends and family by great distances, it’s been comforting to know that we are still at least on the same planet! Each month I’m especially reminded of that when I see the full moon and know that my friends are appreciating the beauty of that same moon.

While living in West Africa, I remember seeing a lunar eclipse in 1986/87. The event was even more memorable because it took place while both my parents were visiting us during the school-term in boarding school (later a very rare occurrence). We were sitting outside, possible having dinner at a maquis, when we noticed the moon disappearing. We sat still and watched the show as a family, marvelling at the moment. Although I would have only been eight or nine, I can still remember the wonderment of such an event.

Looking at the moon reminds me of basic Biblical truths, such as “in the darkness we need light to find our way” so eloquently sung by John Elefante in That’s why God made the moon and the double-play of “God made the moon to reflect the sun/Son”.

When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, what is man that you are mindful of him, the son of man that you care for him? (Psalm 8:3-4)

Do you have any special memories of the moon?