All of creation is telling a story. [Forgive me, if I've worn out this concept all too much. It's something I can't run away from, this story continues to draw me in, again and again.]
These past few weeks I've been watching the moon. I'm always looking for the full moons, so fun. There's something in my heart that receives so much joy when I catch it, especially when it's rising. It bears much meaning to me. It signifies something more than a just a floating celestial body in the night sky, it's actually a picture story. Do you know it? Have you been listening to her tell her story? Let me tell you about it:
When I've watched for her, sometimes she's waning and other times she is waxing. She sometimes can't be seen. The Moon isn't always whole. She is crescent at one time, then a half of herself, and then almost full. And my eye catches her most beautiful state when she's fully herself, when she's Mrs. Full Moon. Yes, I've decided she's married, married to the Sun.
Do you get it? The Moon personified is humanity, and the Sun is both Father God and Bridegroom Jesus. We have first been invisible, dead, darkened. As soon as we enter into the place of encountering the Sun, or rather Son, we begin to reflect that. In the process of time, we are changed, and more and more we become whole-- changed from glory to glory till that day when we we see Our Creator face to face, and we are seen most fully ourselves. We return to our first image, our intended state of being: like God. Notice I said state of being (no longer becoming).
We are the Moon reflecting the Son. This is the glory of creation, to make known the beauty and splendor of the Father. And in the dark of night, we can too be a light to those groping in the shadows.
What's more, Abba is faithful to prepare the Bride for His Son, and she will mirror her Maker, the Master Craftsman. We shall walk in fullness. Oh Glory. Renew us, and make Your Bride, Your Church, look like You so that we could better love the Son as You love Him.
Jewish blessing of the Moon:
Praised are you, O Lord our God, King of the Universe, who created the skies with his word, and all heaven’s host with the breath of his mouth. He gave them appointed times and roles, and they never miss their cues, doing their creator’s bidding with gladness and joy. He is the true creator who acts faithfully, and he has told the moon to renew itself. It is a beautiful crown for the people carried by God from birth (Israel), who will likewise be renewed in the future in order to proclaim the beauty of their creator for his glorious majesty. Praised are you, O Lord, who renews new moons.
