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The Sunset That Sang Me Home

Originally published Sunday, 29 July 2012.


Flying in a large metal tube, 30,000 feet in the air, at 500+ MPH, is one of the most thrilling and questionable things I believe we do as human beings. As I traveled across a dozen states last week to end up in Charlotte, North Carolina, I was amazed that in a matter of hours, I could be across the country. 

I've flown before. From 2006-2008 I flew a minimum of 4 times a year for school, sometimes more. But this last week I was struck with awe at the detailed beauty as I saw the sun set from the East to the West. 

It was like me and all those sleeping people were chasing it, begging it to come back. The faster we flew, the faster is escaped. It's colors went from jubilee oranges and reds to  slumbering shades of purples and blues. 

Goodnight, it sang. Tomorrow is a new day with new joys awaiting. 
Tomorrow is a new day with new problems to solve. 
Tomorrow, tomorrow may change and life may shift, but you and I will still celebrate the love and beauty of the one who create us both. 
Isn't that just lovely? 
That evening, that sunset was more alive to me than the snoring little man beside me or the crying baby in first class. And so I replied, with an inaudible whisper, Yes. That is more than lovely. 

"From the rising of the sun to its setting, the name of the Lord is to be praised!" -Psalm 113:3 (ESV)

*The photo above is the same one from this story. Isn't it lovely?
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