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Night sky, 12:30AM, June 21

The summer solstice was early this morning, at 4:28AM, to be precise. This is what the sky looked like right before I went to bed last night. It was a little less than an hour after sunset and 4 hours before sunrise. So the sky would have been a little darker at, say, 2AM, but there’s no way I was staying up to photograph that for you. And I was pointing right at the place in the sky where the sun was below the horizon, so directly behind me the sky would have been darker.

You’ll see from the chart below (a screen shot from Weather Underground) that it never really got dark, because while we still have sunrise and sunset, there’s nothing at all in the boxes for the start and finish in the twilight categories.

We all, you know, had our summer solstice moment at exactly the same time—all of us in the northern hemisphere, that is. But what is 4:28 AM for me would be 7:28 AM for those of you on EDT.  Don’t ask me what it was for people in Newfoundland; I only work in full hours. And of course, for some, that moment might fall on a whole other day, datewise. I haven’t figured that out for sure yet, either. [Update: I think I’ve figured it out using this map. I’m willing to go out on a limb and say that we all had the solstice on the same date this year, but I don’t think it always works that way.* You are allowed to correct me on that.]

[*Update 2: Yes, most years the solstice occurs on two different dates. In 2000, for instance, the solstice was at 1:48AM June 21 UTC, which means it would have been June 20 anywhere in North America.]

Update 3: Here’s a picture of the sunset—at 11:30ish—on the 22nd.

Before I Die, and After, Too

A couple of weeks ago I went with a friend to her chemo appointment. There were a few others receiving chemo at the same time, and there was excited discussion in the treatment room—lots of it—about The Bucket List and their own bucket lists. I listened to the others talk, but didn’t contribute. For one thing, I haven’t seen the movie and I won’t, not because I have anything against it, but because if there were such a thing as a reverse bucket list—you know, a list things I’d rather die than do—watching almost any movie would be on it. And for another, I don’t have a bucket list, and as far as I know, I have no pressing need for one.

My friend has a bucket list. She hasn’t told me what’s on it except to say that it doesn’t include sky diving. Too risky, you see.

Cancer patients are encouraged, I take it, to make bucket lists as part of their therapy. A bucket list can give someone something to live for—a few dreams to keep them going through treatments that can seem worse than dying. I’m guessing that, whether for therapy or not, most people with potentially terminal illnesses think about the things they want to do before they die.

I know my husband thought about it, but it turned out that what he wanted most was to keep on living his ordinary life. It was a joyous day for him when he recovered enough from his first close brush with death to walk to the curb and carry in the garbage cans. What he really wanted was to keep on providing for his family, raising his children, and caring for his students, with maybe a summer fishing trip to Petersburg, a few visits from out-of-town relatives, and a round of golf thrown in now and then. There were two things he added to his life once he knew he would likely die from his cancer: helping with the soup kitchen and lying on the couch every evening while the rest of the family took turns reading aloud to him from the Bible. We made it, in the time we had, through the whole New Testament except for Revelation; and through Genesis, Exodus, Joshua, Judges, 1 & 2 Samuel, 1 & 2 Kings, Psalms and Isaiah in the Old Testament.

We’d talked, before his illness, of going to Norway or Slovenia to see where his grandparents had come from. We’d talked about visiting the Vietnam memorial. And we could have done any one of those things after his diagnosis if he’d wanted, because for some of the time, he was well enough to travel. But for him, the terminal diagnosis took things off his before-I-die list, and the items added were not spectacular, one-time activities, but new ordinary tasks. Tasks, now that I think about it, of discipleship.

The sermon yesterday was about believers as disciples. We’ve been recreated, we heard, to do the good works planned for us beforehand. Afterwards, my friend with the bucket list was weighing things. Discipleship or bucket list? Which one?

We all know the right answer, don’t we?

But you know what? I think she can keep her bucket list as long as she remembers that as a believer she has no looming deadline. She has no cut-off point for joyful activities. She will one day be able to celebrate the things she loves in the new creation. Although I’m sure she won’t be calling it a bucket list there.

I’m thinking that in the new creation, she might even dare to put sky-diving on the list. No risk, you see.

Sunday's Hymn

Praise the Savior, Ye Who Know Him!

Praise the Savior, ye who know Him!
Who can tell how much we owe Him?
Gladly let us render to Him
All we are and have.

Jesus is the Name that charms us,
He for conflict fits and arms us;
Nothing moves and nothing harms us
While we trust in Him.

Trust in Him, ye saints, forever,
He is faithful, changing never;
Neither force nor guile can sever
Those He loves from Him.

Keep us, Lord, O keep us cleaving
To Thyself, and still believing,
Till the hour of our receiving
Promised joys with Thee.

Then we shall be where we would be,
Then we shall be what we should be,
Things that are not now, nor could be,
Soon shall be our own.

—Thomas Kelly (Listen here)

Other hymns, worship songs, sermons etc. posted today:

• Lord of the Church, We Humbly Pray at The Happy Wonderer
• Lord’s Day 25, 2010 at The Thirsty Theologian
• Our God, Our Help in Ages Past at Whatever Is Good
• Before Thee, God, Who Knowest All at Field Stone Cottage
• Praise to the Lord, The Almighty at Hiraeth
• Savior, Like a Shepherd Lead Us at Conjubilant with Song
• Your Weekly Dose of Spurgeon: Purgatory and Assurance Don’t Mix at Pyromaniacs
• Heart Aflame - June 20, 2010 at The Upward Call
• I Am Not Skilled to Understand at Jam and Books

Have you posted a hymn (or sermon, sermon notes, prayer, etc.) today and I missed it? Let me know by leaving a link in the comments or by contacting me using the contact form linked above, and I’ll add your post to the list.