sunsets from the upper room.

Every Tuesday night around 7, I see the sunset from the same venue. It’s a beautiful thing. It gets me every time. I get to look out of these HUGE windows in this 2nd story room overlooking Capricorn to my right, and the mountain range of Table Mountain straight in front of me. It is over these mountains that the sun sets each day—at least each Tuesday. I tell all the people I am with “come, look at the sky.” And I always follow it with “we live in the most beautiful place on earth.” We really do. This is beginning to sound like an advertisement for south African tourism.
You would be amazed if you saw the sunsets here. the sky is so dramatic, going from bright hot pinks and oranges to yellows and reds. Then you turn your head for 5 seconds and when you look back, the colors are moving over the mountain on their way to bless more onlookers.
So, today is Thursday and I happened to be near the same spot I see the sun set on Tuesdays. I noticed it was the same—the same colors and the same dramatic display of splendor. And I noticed again that only a few moments of looking away and the scene changes completely. Tonight it was literally grey where there had once been so much color. Within a few minutes, all the color was gone and grey remained. It was crazy how quickly it happened. What was my point in telling you all this….?
AH! I remember.
The sun sets in the same place each day. And at that one spot, color and glory changes to grey and night without fail. Within the same place you see the two extremes. It made me think of how each of us carry both extremes--the potential for deep glory and deep darkness. And each relationship, each job, each situation holds the potential for both. And neither should come as a surprise to us, for they are as assured to come as the variations of a sunset.
It also taught me that we can always count on the glory. As sure as the sun rises, so it will also set—and with the setting of the sun comes the beauty and color and blessing of glory. A promise of glory—what more can we hope for?

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  1. AnonymousJune 17, 2010 at 4:39 PM

    I like how you view the world and how you express yourself. Keep expressing, it's good for your soul, and also good for us readers :)

    God bless you,
    Mark Wilson.

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