I sat in my observing area in the backyard before going to bed. It was a warm spring night with clouds, so there was not much sense in putting up a telescope. The quiet was only broken by a few early peepers, which are little tree frogs making sounds that mark the arrival of spring in our rural area. Nights like this are good for people learning to look up, because only the major stars can be seen, so it is easier to learn some major stars without being confused by hundreds more. In this case, the Winter Circle, which is really a polygon that traces some major stars, was setting. Orion’s belt was above the little observing dome; Sirius was near setting on the left; Capella was just above the trees on the right; Procyon, Pollux and Castor were highest. Most of the rest of the sky was filled with heavy bands of cirrus clouds. If I shifted a little bit in my chair, I could see Jupiter through the branches of a large tree; I did not label it, but you can see it to right of the dome in the sketch.
The evening sky has a drama of its own, because it marks the end of an unretrievable day. The day is defined by the Master’s touch–His creation of earth and its rotation characteristics gives it definition. The day for folks at my longitude, which was near its end as I was making this observation, was spent with Him or without Him in the heart of each person. Some people think back about a day when it is ending. God’s marking time by day and night encourages that look back. So, some folks reached out to Him, some ignored Him, some hated the thought of Him, and some didn’t care. God records it all. This kind of human drama continues. It’s healthy, because God gives each one specific opportunity to redeem the day relative to Him or not. We respond or we do not.
But many are involved in unhealthy drama, which is why many don’t care. So the passion of human affairs (both good and bad) as well as the telling or seeing of stories that jerk the emotions and tintillate the senses keep so many folks busy, or tied up in knots, or entertained so the day slips by without a thought about the Maker. It’s funny. Now people may text 300 messages a day to a host of people but not once consider a one thought about the One who sustains life.
Meanwhile, He watches it all, moves circumstances, presents Himself in various ways each day–in the hopes that a heart will rise up and say, “Please help me.” At one point Jesus cried out, “Come to me all you who are weary or heavy laden…” But He also describes the reality that the way of unhealthy human drama is very wide, while the way to healthy drama that deals with a relationship with Him is very narrow. Few seek it.
What about your day or days gone by? Is unhealthy drama consuming your life or are you hungry for the One that can truly give rest. The drama of the human soul that comes to Christ is something to behold. And as that soul becomes familiar with the Maker, the drama unfolds in a beautiful way. How do you get there? Lay down the unhealthy fruitless drama of human affairs that are untouched by God, and turn to Him. Then keep turning to Him as the days go by.
It is as plain as the heavens on a peaceful night, like the one pictured in the sketch. Choose wisely. The day will not be repeated.