So we have had a bit of rain today. But the sun peeked out and was setting to the west. I stepped out to the front yard and saw on the top of the foothills at least 10 miles away what appeared to be a burning cross. It was on fire. The rest of the foothills completely black. Clear as day. Chills up and down my spine and goosebumps. I yelled for my family to come see and they saw it too. "It's the copper cross on the hill" "it's the sun reflecting on it" "It's decorations left over from Christmas"
Immediately I knew it was a utility pole being lit up by the setting sun. But I could not put aside its resemblance to a burning cross despite the fact I can now clearly see it has 2 other horizontal cross beams. I was raised not to believe Christ died on a cross but instead on a "stake" In my studies to date I can not say for certain that I believe in the Bible or Jesus anymore. Nonetheless, it is what it is and according to my daughter "maybe it is Jesus letting you know he's real?"
Thank God for Edison?
Seriously, I understand how we feeble humans latch on revelation and feelings of spiritual euphoria. I wonder what it all really means.