21 August 2020
A Moment to Reflect -87
I love getting up early to watch the sunrise. This one happened in the south of Spain.
I love those moments just before the sun slips up over the horizon.
Of course, it’s not actually the sun that moves at all. ‘Sunrise’ is simply the moment when your particular point on the surface of the rotating world falls down towards the sun and tips over into the light, which was there all along.
You know in advance that the tipping point of sunrise is about to happen because the sky starts to lighten, as if the sun were sending messengers ahead.
For me every sunrise is like the season of Advent, or like the journey of the women to the tomb of Jesus on the day of resurrection. They went while it was still dark not knowing that Jesus was already alive again and that a whole new, bright day was about to dawn.
The novelist Margaret Atwood asks an interesting question “What breaks in daybreak? Is it the night? Is it the sun, cracked in two by the horizon like an egg, spilling out light?” ― Margaret Atwood
It’s not the day that breaks: it’s the darkness!
“Christ is risen. He is risen indeed.”