Like you, I’m trying to cram in the last bits of summer. Out at our camper, I sat outside with my tablet. Dusk was past, yet I was largely unaware of the light show going on around me: fireflies. At length, I took a break from my reading to (finally) observe the lightning bugs.
Consider these gentle light bearers whose lifespan is only about two months. They have no batteries—at least not as you and I consider batteries. These bugs just light up. The glow of their light bursts is brief, but somehow comforting. And despite our advances in technology, scientists are unable to explain just how the blinking yellow-green lights are turned on and off.
God could have designed these bugs so that they fly only in the tree tops—largely outside our comfortable range of vision. Instead, He chose to give us an amazing nightly light show right at eye level—with no two evening performances ever the same.
Only after a long time of observation did it hit me that this remarkable scene I was enjoying was supported by a stunning soundtrack: a blend of crickets and cicadas performing a hypnotic symphony.
No charge for this show. The price of admission: time and a capacity to be satisfied with childhood wonder.
And that's the sick irony. Most of us take only a sip of such splendor, while we drink deeply of lesser things: our smartphones, TV’s and tablets. We are more inclined to Facebook or FaceTime then face the miracle of a nightly light show.
Psalms 19:1 “The Heavens declare the glory of God. The skies”– blinking with fireflies–”proclaim the Work of His hands.”
Seen any good light shows lately?