Under a Different StarPosted: June 15, 2010
The first night we arrived in Zambia, somebody pointed out to us the Crux constellation – aka, the Southern Cross. I’d never seen it before, and every night that we’ve been here I’ve made a point of looking for it.
One night something occurred to me as I was looking up at it. The Southern Cross is appropriately named – it is not visible in most of the Northern Hemisphere, and where it is visible above the Equator, it’s only seen for a small portion of the year. It occurred to me, that night as I was looking up, that I was looking at stars that most of my loved ones weren’t able to see. That bothered me – sometimes I comfort myself with the romantic notion that even though I’m physically separated from many of the people that I love and care about the most, maybe – just maybe – we both look up at night and contemplate the same star.
To all my loved ones – above or below the Equator; half a world away, or half a mile; in Bermuda, Brazil, Lubbock, London, New York, Japan, Africa, or wherever else you happen to find yourself in this big world…
Even though we’ve been separated by time, space, and circumstance, I hold you in my heart. When I look at the stars, I think of you. I thank God that I’ve known you, and I hope to see you again.
May you be blessed by the God who calls the stars by name.