Published by guest blogger Kathy Brents
I have watched a lot of sunrises in the past 8 months while sitting my mom’s back porch. Being the first one up in the morning, I would typically go out there with a cup of coffee and pray while watching the sun come up over the mountains. What a magnificent and meaningful way to spend time with God! The porch on my new place faces north, so I haven’t been keeping the same morning ritual lately. This morning, on the advice of a friend, I decided to go walking early. So instead of repeatedly hitting my snooze alarm, as I have recently gotten back into the bad habit of doing, I got up, threw on a pair of blue jeans, sneakers and a jacket and headed out to try to catch the sunrise. I figured a change of routine would do me some good, since I have also recently been failing worse than usual in my efforts to quit smoking.
About a mile up my usual trail, there is a gate to nowhere, attached to nothing…just a gate. I chose this as my stopping point thinking the sun would be rising in all its glorious splendor right before my eyes. Not thinking to check what time sunrise would actually occur, I had really gotten out there far ahead of time and so I started looking around. Living in the Tularosa Basin, we are surrounded by mountains on all sides. I was surprised to see that the mountains to the west were starting out the day once again silhouetted in purple (purple mountains majesty!), as they were when they last appeared the night before at sundown. I kept checking over my shoulder back to the east, but the sun, though rising, was still hidden behind the mountains. But then I realized I was witnessing the most beautiful, amazing thing, as the light ahead of the sun itself started shining on the mountains to the west. The peaks and valleys started to appear, coming into focus, more and more visible as I watched the sunlight begin to spread from the mountains, then over Alamogordo, towards the east! What occurred to me was that as magnificent as the physical rising of the sun is, seeing the effect of the sun rising with its light illuminating the mountains and then the city as this light spread back to itself is just stunning! I then had the small epiphany that if I substituted the Son for the sun – this description would even more beautiful - and still be absolutely true. As magnificent as the physical rising of the Son is, seeing the effect of the Son rising with His light illuminating the mountains and then the city as this light spread back to itself is just stunning! I love it when an analogy comes together like that!!
After being out for over an hour, I finally needed to head back home in order to embark upon my Monday (ugh). I still haven’t seen the sun actually rise over the mountains at my new place, so I guess I’ll try to leave a little later tomorrow morning when I try again. I’m good with that though. The truth and beauty I saw this morning was the best start to a Monday morning I have had in a long, long time.
P.S. My friend told me that in the desert, flowers can be not there, there, and then gone again from one day to the next and even from one time of day to another. I saw these this morning on my way back to the house and did not remember seeing them yesterday afternoon, so I took a picture of them as a memento of my morning.