In real life—in real time—we race to the top of the mountain. The sun is sinking in the sapphire sky.
Streaks of pink and gold point to the flaming star.
The granite dome of the mountain has become a theater—all of us tourists gathered to gaze. We are an audience—here to witness wonder, here to be a part of a grand display of glory.
Then all at once, the flash of light is gone and there is spontaneous applause on the mountaintop. My heart wonders, How many of these know the God they praise? Do they know that the created things—even the sun, the moon, the stars– are a mere reflection of the One who has created. Do they long for the place that needs no sun, “for the glory of God is its light, and its lamp is the Lamb.”
The colors fade and we watch in the gathering darkness. The moon is full and bright in the east. The day is closing in Acadia. But my joy is bigger than just this moment. I have joined the applause of heaven.