Long, long ago in a snowy land, my mom took soft, fleecy blankets and cut them into two different sizes. One for the twin beds of my kidlets, two for our larger size bed (for she was sure that the wood stove could not possibly heat such a big house), and one for her bed where nights were chilly and dark since my father died many years ago.
Tonight, I know that it will be much too warm for the heavy denim blanket that covers our bed, so I pulled out one of those old, fleecy blankets and let my fingers linger as I smoothed it. For you see, today was that proverbial “perfect” spring day. Shorts and Tees came out of the dusty drawers and even while North Carolinians know that it won’t last, lots of neighbors found a reason to be outside.
- Stump grinding.
- Trimming hedges.
- Running errands.
- Reading books.
- Visiting in the roadway between the fences.
It was one of those days where you could feel “…the Spirit of G-d moving across…” the land. “…and it was good.”
“And God said, Let there be a firmament in the midst of the waters, and let it divide the waters from the waters. And God made the firmament, and divided the waters which were under the firmament from the waters which were above the firmament: and it was so. And God called the firmament Heaven. And the evening and the morning were the second day.”~Gen 1:6-8
Firm ground. Firm muscles. Firm mattress. Firmament in the middle of waters – waters under the firmament – waters above the firmament??? Gets confusing. The Hebrew word that was translated into the word “firmament” in English is not exactly how the Jewish Sages look at it. Instead, they look at it as the day God created differences because how do you separate waters from waters? You make them different. And for whatever reason, the Second Day was a necessary day but not pronounced “good”.
As I smoothed that old blanket one more time, the rain started to fall, and I began to think about the “difference” that exists in our days here upon earth. Tomorrow it will be thirty degrees cooler. It will be full of gusty winds. Snow in the mountains. Rain here. By Sunday – the shorts and tees are back in style.
Differences exist in every part of lives upon Terra Firma. Some are good – some not so good – some down right evil. I’m wondering if that is why G-d did not pronounce it “good”. Perhaps He knew that differences that separate the heavens from the waters holds a key of wisdom that we have yet to uncover. Perhaps it was His hint at the narrow gate He would eventually create for us.
In any case, I am thankful tonight. Thankful for a mother who covered me and my loved ones in warm blankets for chilly nights and blankets of prayers that still cover us from across the fence that separates us. Thankful for a day in the dirt. Thankful for the garden we tend. Thankful for differences. Thankful for the firmament. Thankful for the narrow gate that unites the “waters” once again.
“…and God saw that it was good.”~Gen 1:13b (google image)