A Communal Gasp of Awe

Photo Credit: Rick Fienberg

I traveled to our Southern Illinois family farm to observe the April 8, 2024, eclipse.  In 2017, I saw 1 minute 28 seconds of totality on this same Illinois farm, but I didn’t know at the time that I could look at totality without my eclipse glasses—so in 2017 I only saw what most of the others outside of totality saw, other than the heightened darkness that came to the environment around me during totality and a complete disappearance of the sun through the dark protective film of my glasses.

This year I discovered that the real show, for me, is both watching totality without eclipse glasses—a true wonder in itself—and just as delightful, watching others, hearing others, simultaneously experiencing this heavenly splendor right next to me.

 I watched my 5 year old grandson, Julian, dancing around in celebratory circles, pausing occasionally to put on his special glasses to announce the phases of the disappearing sun: “I can see the moon.”  ” It’s just a fingernail!”  “It’s a sliver!” “The bees are going back to their beehive.”   And during totality, “I can see two stars.”   “I actually can see a red “o” on the moon,” he declared when a solar prominence, a burst of plasma, became visible from the bottom of the sun’s corona.

My son-in-law observed, “You can feel it getting dark.  Oh gosh, it’s happening.”  Then seconds later he exclaimed, “Oh, there it is!  There it is, you can see it! Oh, my gosh!” with a similar enthusiasm and excitement as he had when I stood next to him nearly 8 years earlier at the birth of his first child.

My daughter, currently working on her Ph.D. in astronomy and physics, watched in her quiet—the same quiet I saw when she herself was born—a silent, peaceful, pensive observation.  Afterwards she imagined the experience of traveling along the path of totality to observe it longer.

My husband, Hule, was instructing the grands when to use their glasses and when they could take them off.  He responded to the cooling atmosphere by putting on a sweatshirt and commented on the stars and birds.  He tried to help Julian and Hazel appreciate the beauty of the occasion and know its significance.

My 87-year-old mother was observing totality for the first time.  She reminisced about how in grade school they had made a pinhole projector to observe an eclipse.  She commented on the streetlight coming on.   And when totality came, she said: “I can’t see it in my glasses…I’m not going to be able to see anything. I’m afraid to take my glasses off.” Then, “Oh.  Oh my gosh!  It’s spectacular!  Are you sure it’s ok? Oh…That’s the brightest diamond I’ve ever seen.”  “It is fabulous.”  “Oh, I wish we could get a picture of that, it’s so beautiful.”

Photo Credit: Rick Fienberg

My always animated granddaughter Hazel was the most memorable for me to observe.  Just before totality she said, “It’s so dark! It’s literally the smallest sliver!”  “Woe!”  “Something is happening to the ground!  I see the stars.  It’s happening, and it’s so dark!” And once totality arrived, she declared, “It’s amazing.  It’s making me feel so weird.  I feel cold, but I know I’m not. Why is it sunset on all sides? That is amazing, I’ve never seen anything like that!”  And about 2 minutes in, Hazel requested, “Everyone be quiet, I want to see if I can listen.”

(…And a little child shall lead them…)  …

Hazel in awe

Then, the light came rushing back with a streak.

We were all changed in 4 minutes and 7.5 seconds.

Hazel’s amazement and celebration continued. “Wow, I’ve never seen that…” breathing deeply, nearly panting.  (“Except in a book,” Jude added.)  Hazel bent at the knees then stood straight up, head to the heavens, eyes closed, and she laughed and laughed.  Papa Hule came over and stroked her head.  She squealed in delight.  “I’m sooo happy!” Twirling around and around she repeated, “That’s the first time I’ve ever seen totality in my life, and I’m 7!” 

The way I remember what people said and how they looked, is that I had 4 cameras going.  One iPhone was on a tripod with a solar filter, watching the sun, but “listening in” on conversations.  Another, iPhone was propped up across the way, observing the observers. I held one iPad on my lap with a solar lens attached and had another “naked” iPhone in my hand.  I could not otherwise have taken it all in and remembered it as accurately. 

For me the eclipse was impressionistic, poetic:

Diminution of the sun—one bite at a time.

Twilight twice in one half hour period,

And the sudden darkness,

Expected, but only known when experienced.

Then,

A Communal gasp of Awe.

A narrow Ring of bright cool light dancing around a perfect dark disc.

The large bright creation that keeps us alive and feeling “safe” on earth is covered up by our nightlight.

Our heat and light,

Our stove and lamp,

Is overshadowed by

Our nighttime companion,.

It becomes one with its companion.

There is a union of them with one another,

And them with us.

 

Creatures around us are bewildered and we think of our early ancestors who were taken aback, astonished, surprised, when dark descended during full day and when “Brother Sun and Sister Moon” fused. 

Light is foundational to our existence.  We are drawn to the light of the stars.  We bask in sunshine, observe sunsets and sunrises.  These mark our days.  Despite years of discoveries, so many mysteries remain concerning light.

Jesus called Himself the Light of the world.  He instructed us not to allow our light to be hidden.  He tells us to let our light shine.

Photo I took during 2024 eclipse

God has hidden shadows, metaphors, similes, everywhere, since the beginning of time.  What is the meaning here?

With light comes dark. When Light departs, dark descends. Darkness covered the earth during the day when Christ died: from noon until 3 o’clock. 

My daughter, Julianne, an astrophysicist, must include “dark matter” in her mathematical equations to simulate theoretical galaxy formations.

God, is there a meaning here in this eclipse?  You drew an X over the U.S. with the last two eclipses observable to us.  Our Illinois farm was in the center of the X.  But, like contrails above, You are forever drawing signs in the sky.  To focus on this one, these two, is it egocentric? It is so special to us because we in the U.S. get to see it—it has come to us. Thank you!

Photo I took while retreating at Abbey of Gethsemani in KY

St. Augustine said of God’s ways: “We are speaking of God; what marvel, if you do not understand? For if you understand, it is not God.”

“Total solar eclipses typically happen every one to three years somewhere around the globe, but the events are often only visible from Earth’s poles or from the middle of the ocean.” (CBSNews.com)

So, maybe it is a reminder that we are not in charge of light and not in control of moon and sun.  Maybe it is a way to remember our sameness and lay aside our differences while we gaze at the wonder of it all.

And though the sun and moon are important, light was brought forth on the first day, before the sun, moon and stars appeared on the fourth. (Gen. 1:14-18) These latter lights were said to bring time—day and night, and for signs and seasons.  One to govern the night and one the day, and to separate light from darkness. 

But as glorious as it is to observe the lights above, it seems that they are not necessary to eternity.  In the mystery of the Word we get a glimpse of something even brighter and more spectacular—worthy of our Communal Gasp of Awe:

“Then I saw ‘a new heaven and a new earth,’ for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away…The city does not need the sun or the moon to shine on it, for the glory of God gives it light, and the Lamb is its lamp.  The nations will walk by its light, and the kings of the earth will bring their splendor into it.  On no day will its gates ever be shut, for there will be no night there.”   Revelation 21: 1, 23-25, NIV

There is nothing that can eclipse His Light!

When I’m 64

Happy Birthday me! I am turning 64.

Me contemplating life at age 3 months

I have started humming this Beetles song lately: “Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I’m 64.” I remember sitting in church when I was in Junior High school figuring out how old I would be in the year 2000—because that seemed so far in the future—like the Jetsons! I would be 40! Nearly ready for the nursing home, I thought at the time.

My Jr. High days

I recently went to the funeral of our pastor from my teenage years. What a legacy he had! Brother Delbert Wells (and his wife Beverly) were such a gift to me and so many more that God put in their path. He was like the pastor in the Jesus Revolution movie. In my hometown of Springfield, IL he opened his little church of Bethel to the hippies of the day. I was a Jr. hippie 🙂 ; old enough to wear bell bottoms and say, “Make love not war”, and have “Flower Power” written on my school notebooks and buy my blacklight posters from our local headshop called “Penny Lane”. Others in our church, and at our downtown Christian coffeehouse named LSD (for Lighter Side of Darkness), were “major” hippies just saved from the world of drugs and deep darkness. Brother and Sister Wells gave us respect, grace, a place in God’s Church and nurtured our individual callings. Their surrendered lives led us closer to God’s loving and perfect plan for our lives.

My early teen years

On the way home from Brother Wells’ funeral, I listened to The Great Divorce by C.S. Lewis. The following is my journal writing as I contemplated legacy and end of life, time passages, the final judgement and heaven:

“On the way down today, I listened to The Great Divorce. The last time I read it, I could barely understand the symbolism. Today it was rich. I thought of how clever of CS to illustrate all of us and thought that an evaluation of certain questions as the book is being read would be helpful: “Who are you in the story?” and “Which characters are your significant others in the story?” and “How can this work inform you on how to live and not live?”

I recall:

The inexplicable addiction to the Red Lizard of Lust which turned to a White Stallion of Desire after a difficult death to lust, bringing a rose brightness up the Mountain of Light.

The woman full of other-love that was really self-love in disguise, supposed love for son trumping love for God.  (Is this me?)

The theologian not wanting to let go of the questioning, the philosophizing, the open-endedness even after arrival in the surety of heaven. (Is this me?)

The teacher needing to teach for identity.

The painter wanting to paint heaven, but not to capture heaven’s radiance, but for his own reputation. (Is this me as poet/journaler/blogger/writer? Will I lay down my pen in heaven?)

The tragedian/disappearing dwarf chained and “their” wife—all glorious and exalted coming to them humbly beginning with apology but with the challenge to give up a quest for pity which only squelches joy.

The wife who always wanted her husband just to dominate/control/chide him.

George McDonald as CS’ guide—mentor—like Virgil & Beatrice for Dante.

The solidity of heavenly things and transparency of our un-surrendered selves.

Help me not to love learning most, but to love learning about YOU! Help me to lay down my search once you are found. Help me to lay down my “Religion” once I am in Your arms—Your sight—Your presence fully and eternally.

Help me now, Lord, to live a life so pleasing that I will have let go of all of “me” that is not under your Lordship.  Help me to examen—examine—and give me courage to let go—to hold on only to You and Your ways and Your will and desire for You!!  I know that is where peace is and truth and life and Light.  That is my only place of True Safety—True Love.”

And so, now that I’m turning 64, I continue praying this journal prayer. I pray that I will live well. I pray that I will serve well. I pray that I will age well. I pray that I will end well!

…Pray this along with me.