An Eternal Sabbath Comes to Guam


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The sun is down, and Sabbath has come to Guam. There is music from Del Delker, and from the Heritage Singers.

Outside, it's the rainy season again. There was a downpour about noon today. Now the clouds place only a thin veil between us and a bright moon.

To the northwest, Venus shines through the overcast.

Consulting my clock, I look intentionally toward the southwest. Yes, there is another bright object, as bright as the steady Venus. But this one advances swiftly across the sky to the northeast. For some three minutes I enjoy its passage.

How do I know when and where to view this wondrous light? Because it's the product of cooperation between God and man. God made the sun; people have built the International Space Station, which reflects the sun.

Representing human understanding and respect for God's laws of physics, the station provides a temporary home for people who enjoy a sunset every 90 minutes or so.

Still other people, employing God-given reason to God's physical laws, have prophesied where the station will be, at what time. And I, confident that I can trust their interpretation of physical evidence, have tested their prediction and find it to be sound.

As the Sabbath begins, I feel different forms of wonder:

I rejoice in the wonder that God created people who are able to understand and appreciate his creation.

I wonder why so many of us ignore the clocks which the creator himself designed when he spoke the laws of physics?

I wonder why we instead ask clock questions of our creator's textual revelation, which offers no such answers?

Refusing to admit that we may be looking in the wrong place, I wonder why we then fight with each other?

Today I accept divine evidence for an old creation, and remain a "good Seventh-day Adventist."

But as the result of human voting, by the end of next week I may have become a "bad Seventh-day Adventist."

And regardless of how the delegates vote, our earth will be a little older, not younger.

If I were God, I think I would be both amused and sad.

Happy Sabbath!


This is a companion discussion topic for the original entry at http://spectrummagazine.org/node/2451