A Rumination on God's Creation

I'm closer to 25 than I am to 24 at this point. That means I'm almost closer to 30 than I am 20. And if you count time since conception, I'm practically middle-aged. (I heard you add nine years. Or something like that.)

I mention all of that because of this unremarkable fact: Of my quarter century of existence, the sun has risen every morning. I assume that to be true - anyway, it's there somehow when I get out of bed. Furthermore, the sun has set every night. I can vouch for that.

Here's what makes all of this blogworthy. As I was tooling around Broad Ripple on Friday night, the sun began to set. After being around for just about 9000 sunsets, you'd think the event might become commonplace. Far from it. Here it was, 25 years after it started (for me, anyway) and God sets the sun in a color that I had never, ever seen before.


I also just got a new camera and look for excuses to take pictures. By the way, that photo looks like crap. Promise me you'll click on it to see it in full screen. Thanks.