It's been a week or more of spectacular sunsets here, which I am privileged to watch straight out of the front window. Every afternoon from about four to five o'clock this free show unfolds before me low on the horizon. All different of course, in colour, form, intensity, length and breadth, in their interaction with cloud. All never to be repeated in exactly the same form.
The casual glory is astounding. Why should this green and blue planet have awesome sunrises, sunsets? Yes, I know it's to do with science, meteorology, and probably other -ologies besides, but it's not inevitable, is it, that we should be faced with such unnoticed, unrepeatable beauty day after day? Surely it's a gift?
'The heavens declare the glory of God' says the psalmist. Understated, but true in my book. Pointing to God's playfulness, inexhaustible creativity, wonder, desire for his creatures to enjoy life and beauty; point back to himself. It's something of a self portrait, not complete, but hinting at his personality. Rembrandt, in his fifty nine self portraits plumbed the depths of his own personality over a lifetime like no-one before or since, but these divine portraits just give us hints. Large ones, on a massive canvas, but whispers, maybe love letters, to those who would read them aright. There is still something to explore beyond all the -logies .
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