Covenant Baptist Church is a very mysterious place on
Sunday mornings before dawn.
It's dark, but the stars are bright in the
clean, morning air. Just before dawn you see the constellations that are below
the horizon in the evening. The summer constellations are visible in the
pre-dawn hours of winter and vice-versa. Orion is well up these days, and Leo
the lion will be chasing him soon. Just before first light, you can see a navy
blue glow of light above the black outline of the trees leading to the woods
behind the church. It looks like an award-winning set at a fancy theater.
The birds begin to awake, then light seeps
through our windows. If the clouds are just right, the light can be pink in the
early mornings. There have been times when I went to the
window just to make sure I wasn't seeing things. No, it is pink outside
sometimes.
And on rare occasions, like last Sunday
morning, the light is blue. Blue, I tell you, as blue as ancient ice. Blue like
the bottles on your grandmother's shelves. Blue like rare diamonds. Blue as if
the whole world was an aquarium and there you are, sitting inside a sanctuary of
warmth.
Just when I think that I know the world, a
splash of color on Sunday morning reminds me that I do not. I do not know
anything, really. I'm only just learning to see.
Dawn at Covenant - September 16, 2007
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