sixth seal

I think a lot of my post titles are rather dark and mysterious…oh well.

Anyways, this is really bizarre. The moon is red. Like, it’s high in the sky and it’s red, none of this horizon color-change stuff like usual. And the sun was red earlier. I think it’s a combination of smoke from the forest fire up in the Santa Cruz Mountains and just normal clouds. But all I know is, I rode my bike to work just before noon, thinking what a beautiful day it was, blue sky and all, then I rode home after six and there were just these dark, red, oppressive clouds overhead. I couldn’t smell smoke or anything, so I thought they were storm clouds. But the sun was red, like I said. Okay, more orange. But you get the picture. Then my mom came in about an hour ago and told me the moon was also red (orange). “Is it the end of the world?” she asked me. And I gotta say, every once in a while I see the orange moon when it hangs low in the horizon, and I think of that verse where it talks about the moon “becoming as blood” in the sixth seal (Revelation 6:12). And now it’s moving all over the sky like that.

Creepy.

The Angel of Death

Last night, at a quarter to eleven, we shut off our attic fan, closed all our windows, and put the metal slat down so our dog couldn’t go out through the doggie door. Soon we could hear the hum of the helicopter up above, dusting the poison meant for West Nile-laden mosquitoes over our heads, and we could smell the faintest hint of chemicals seeping into the house. My fanciful imagination and I couldn’t help thinking it was the angel of death from Moses’ day passing over us (see Exodus 12:22-29). Except there was no blood on our lintel. And for just a moment, I thought someone might come in today to find us dead in our beds.

(And that’s funny I should think of Moses when the point of the poison is to eradicate West Nile Virus, which also came out of Egypt, it sounds like)

Fanciful imagination notwithstanding, I made it through the night alive. And so did my family. And so did everyone else in the neighborhood, I guess. Well, hopefully not the mosquitoes.