It’s Tuesday. One of 53 for 2019. Nothing special about a Tuesday. It’s not Monday (thankfully) it’s not Wednesday, (wistfully). 53 Tuesday’s this year but will I see them all? Who knows? God knows. He has my days numbered and I’ve been walking towards the last one. Some might think that this is morbid to think about this but I find it sobering. Like a person who builds skyscrapers and lunches on an I-beam thousands of feet in the air, forgetting how close to the edge one sits can be deadly, remembering can be sobering and keep him safe.
I rose at 4:05 am because that’s when my alarm goes off. It’s a Tuesday, me and my two dogs need to relieve ourselves. As I walk out on the side porch on the north side of the house, I notice how light it is and then I look west and see a huge glowing orb just suspended in the sky, the moon, not full but waxing to fullness, yet bright and still cold.
The dogs are cared for and back in bed and I have my breakfast and coffee and I open my bible randomly to psalm 8.
“O Lord, our Lord, your majestic name fills the earth! Your glory is higher than the heavens. You have taught children and infants to tell of your strength, silencing your enemies and all who oppose you. When I look at the night sky and see the work of your fingers— the moon and the stars you set in place— what are mere mortals that you should think about them, human beings that you should care for them? Yet you made them only a little lower than God and crowned them with glory and honor. You gave them charge of everything you made, putting all things under their authority— the flocks and the herds and all the wild animals, the birds in the sky, the fish in the sea, and everything that swims the ocean currents. O Lord, our Lord, your majestic name fills the earth!”
Psalm 8:1-9 –
The same God who somehow hung that shiny orb in the sky has made it his goal to have a relationship with me, on a Tuesday, one of 53 this year. He sent his son Jesus to die for my sins so that by confessing his lordship in my life and believing in his resurrection, all of my sins, all my mistakes and willful disobedience is not just pushed aside, but washed away and forgotten and I get to be called a child of the God who made the moon and Tuesdays.
I hope you saw the moon this morning. It will be there tonight too, even bigger. I hope you know Jesus and his love and grace and mercy. I hope if you haven’t yet chosen to believe in Jesus that you will today, this Tuesday. God wants us all in his family.
Have a great Tuesday, there’s 53 of them in 2019.