On Saturday night we held the moon. It was a gigantic, illuminated beach ball hovering over the Atlantic Ocean. Hovering like you could touch it, pull it down, take a bite out of it.
And through a trick of the lens we held that gigantic moon.
We –little humans on a fallen planet — held the moon.
Sometimes you need to hold the moon. You need to feel that all things are possible. You need to nourish that tiny, faltering flame of faith that you know burns in you. So you hold the moon and you think about the universe – how vast it is with its light years and galaxies. And yet a sovereign God gives you a lens to hold the moon.
Unbelievable.
Sometimes you need to hold the moon to believe.
It’s Monday in my grey, government cubicle. But this weekend I held the moon.