Saturday, June 28th, 2008 | Author:

The account of creation in Genesis is painted in very broad strokes. Day One God made the heavens and the earth and light, a good day’s work by anyone’s standards. Day Two separated the water above from the water below, creating heaven. On the third day, we get dry land covered with vegetation, plants yielding seeds and trees bearing fruit. Day Four God gave us the sun and the moon and the stars. The fifth day goes like this:

Then God said, “Let the waters teem with swarms of living creatures, and let birds fly above the earth in the open expanse of the heavens.” And God created the great sea monsters, and every living creature that moves, with which the waters swarmed after their kind, and every winged bird after its kind; (Genesis 1:20-21)

Ignoring all the other creatures, Wikipedia says there are over 10,000 species of birds, ranging from the tiny bee hummingbird at 2 inches long to the giant ostrich at 9 feet. They live in every climate from the Arctic to the Equator to the Antarctic. Some are funny, like the penguin. Others are majestic, like the eagle. Some have brilliant colors, like the parrot. Some are haunting, like the loon.

This morning I took the dog out just as it was starting to get light here in upstate New York, and I think I heard every one of those birds. Okay, I could only identify 8 or 9 different bird songs, but what a glorious symphony they performed. I was imagining God waving a conductor’s baton, bringing up the woodwinds, calming the strings, timing the percussions to bring it all together. Magnificent.

Last night I took the dog out just as it was getting dark. It was quiet, with only the distant sound of cars on the Thruway. A few stars were peeking through the clouds, and then I saw them – the lightning bugs were out!

This brought back cherished memories from a country childhood. Just as school was getting out each year, the warm weather had finally arrived, and the whole summer was waiting to be written, the lightning bugs would come out. We would race back into the house to get an empty jar, punch a couple holes in the lid, and toss in some blades of grass – and the hunt would begin. It might take a few days, but eventually we would catch one or two lightning bugs. We would watch them for a day or two, fascinated, and then set them free.

There’s something awe-inspiring about a bug that can make its own light. Wiki says the flashing light is used to attract mates or prey, but I know better. I think God created them simply to delight the child in all of us.

and God saw that it was good.

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  1. threecollie says:

    Hi, I thought I would answer your question here if you don’t mind. The course was PIG, which I think stands for people in government or maybe participation in government. The teacher was Mr. Bowler who is retiring this year. It made my blood boil too and I often had to ask Alan not to tell me what went on when he came home nights. There was nothing I could do about the course “work” and it raised my blood pressure through the roof. This is the same class where kids were forced to “marry” one another and run a household budget. My kids all actually know how to budget money and the teacher didn’t like that so he constantly gave them impossible obstacles to overcome. I am sure glad it is over now! I could go on and on about the nonsense!