Last night, about 11pm, our family piled into
the car in search of a shower….the Perseid Meteor Shower. We drove out
Route 70, unsure if we should even proceed. Was it too cloudy? Should
we even bother? We stopped at the Ponzio’s parking lot to check. Was
it all light pollution or clouds as well? Hard to tell. Seeing three
dim stars, we decided to press on. We drove past Medford and turned off
on a side road near the Lebanon State Forest. Stopping along the side
of a road next to a field, we got out. Most of the sky was still
cloudy, but there was an open space in the north where stars could be
seen. We fixed our eyes on that spot. In quiet, with ever increasing
stiff necks, we gazed, searching for the distinctive streaks of light
produced by pea size space rocks burning up in our atmosphere. I saw
one almost immediately. Then, slowly, one by one, each of us caught a
glimpse. Will was the most patient and the last to see one almost 30
minutes after we began looking. The rest of us were ready to get back
in the car, but at the last possible moment, a tiny light streaked
before his eyes. Still wanting more, but satisfied, we climbed back in
the car and headed home.
life, it takes a little extra effort to find the fingerprints of God.
Sometimes the clouds of hardship and the glare of the world makes us
want to quit before we start.
on. Find a quiet place. Stop. Look. Listen. It may take a while, but a
tiny streak of light might just appear and remind you that God is not