Disco balls and Fireworks

Have you ever watched the dots from a disco ball spin on the wall?
I have.

I have a disco ball in my office and from time to time I take a flashlight (my flashlight requires that you shake it up to use it….It doesn’t use batteries) and turn on my computers sound system and shut off the monitor and just watch the lights dance on the wall while the music plays.

It occurred to me that disco ball sparkles are somewhat like stars in the sky and that they spin around for no real purpose other than to be bright and sparkly and look pretty in the dark. I mean, honestly, what good ever came from Mars?

So what parts of these stars are for anything other than to look nice?

In The Bible it says that the stars are the handiwork of God.
This I believe, I mean, can you imagine the skill and artistry it took to place each one of those planets in orbit and stand back and go, “Hey, that looks pretty good.”
I can’t even get pictures to hang right and symmetry is something I strive for but have to work to achieve.
I can’t imagine having to do that on a galactic scale.
Can you just hear God’s conversation with himself?
“Well, that planet they’re going to call 'Pluto', it needs to go right here to set off this planet that they are going to call ‘Neptune’.”

See what I’m saying?
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Fireworks on The Fourth of July are meant to represent the bombs and so forth going on during the revolutionary war….

How odd is that? And did you know that our national anthem is the only one in the world that talks about armaments?

I don’t remember where I heard that but it sounds plausible.

But bigger than that; there is something really cool about fireworks...Don’t we all get excited at the prospect of standing in the dark and watching that pyrotechnic light show?
Doesn’t matter who you are, everyone looks at it; either in awe and wonder or fear and panic. Little children look at it sometimes in fear and panic, I remember holding on to my aunt while fireworks displays burst into sparkling flowers above me, only to watch as sparks flew to the ground not far from my feet…It terrified me.

However as an adult I wouldn’t miss a good fireworks show on The Fourth of July….

I remember asking my mom why it was that we get all excited and flustered when there is a death in the family, why is it that we all kind of feel a little flash of electricity in the air along with the dampness of depression, and was I weird for feeling that way?
She told me it wasn’t weird. We’re all saddened by death because it’s a separation, but as Christians we embrace the fact that we are going to live with God and we’re excited for our loved ones because they are going to be reunited with those who have already passed and see their Lord face to face.

And that terrified me but excited me at the same time.

One time a nun chastised her while she was going through chemotherapy because she told her that she was afraid.
She asked my mother, “Don’t you believe you’re saved and are going to heaven? Why are you afraid?” And it bothered my mother- that she was afraid.

So as my mother always did and still does, she went to her pastor and asked, “Why are we afraid to die?” And the pastor answered, “Because we were made to be immortal and because of sin we are mortal. We’re not meant to die. It’s unnatural for us, and that’s why we are afraid of death.” Then he added…. “Next time she says something like that ask her, ‘why does The Pope go around in a bullet proof Pope Mobile if he’s not afraid to die?’”


Good point.