Written on May 27, 2019.
I have long loved rainbows. In junior high, I didn’t have a rainbow phase. I had a rainbow craze. If there was not rainbow upon it, I wouldn’t wear, sleep under it, write in it or with it. Whenever rainbow’s tint and tone was overlain upon skies blue, I would lay beneath it (on a rainbow blanket, of course) until all the vibrant colors faded and were deposited back into Heaven’s vault. I was all about rainbows!!
Though all I own is no longer rainbow laden, I am still marveled by the mystery of a sacred scaffold,formed from diffracted water and diffused light, suspended in the span of space. A bridge that beckons us to canvas and Creator.
Before science sorted rain’s bow from a magical manifestation to matter of fact, it was seen as a suddenly sown into the fabric of formation.
Ancient peoples didn’t have the scientific understanding of the refraction and dispersion of the sun’s light by rain in the atmosphere. This phenomenon of color found by light was simply seen as a supernatural sign.
Ancient cultures saw the movement of stars and other celestial bodies as “heavenly writing’. Sadly, many cultures would assign its motion and meaning to their gods. But Pappa gave mobility meaning from the beginning.
And it has come to pass in My sending a cloud over the earth that the bow has been seen in the cloud, and I have remembered my covenant which is between Me and you, and every living creature among all flesh, and the waters become no more a deluge to destroy all flesh; and the bow has been in the cloud, and I have seen it – – to remember the covenant, age-during between God and every living creature among all flesh which is on the earth. Genesis 9:16 (YLT)
This passage, this pass through, is much, much more than droplets bringing delight instead of dread. For the curator of covenant is vowing to Himself, upon Himself, that what He encrypts will be transcribed for His people. He will remember, so we know.
The upending of omens will come. Those that the worship of creation bring and bind. Because some will assign little g’s to things only a big GOD can do.
Storms will come still. They must, to reveal all our remedies and reliances. All the re-sources we would sight as similar. Despite storms, life will continue as carrier for those who remember and recount the whole story. The True Tale.
After the Ark, He sighed a sign and signed His name upon creation and covenant. In every second since, we have been living in a remaking world. The bow in the billows is like a blade remade.
A bow. ‘Qeshet’ in Hebrew. That which is used with arrows to defeat an enemy. The enemy.
‘Qis’ or ‘qos’ the term used biblically for the bow He bends to shoot an arrow.
From the Semitic root, “bow” means to be curved or bent. Because coming to us, for us, was a a bowed bow. A humbled piece of Pappa, heavy with the weight of us. Hoped by the wait of us. Leaning love. The only weapon that could ever wield us.
An arch cast across the atmosphere, with colored complexion for the bleached and bankrupt. Light distributed and dispersed, to us, through us. So all whose life’s seem ended, who have cried “out and over” can be overwhelmed by the flood of His finding fellowship.
A bend in the sky bridges the chasm of how far love can go. For doesn’t an arrow nestled inside bow, pulled taught become the sign of the cross? He the bow. We the arrow.
The Bow. Qos. Qof-vav-shin.
Qof – The sacrifice
Vav – will connect us
Shin – to the passionate love of God
His passion is our pursuit. Of each other. For we all get caught in storms unsuspecting and unprepared.
Jesus, the light of our connection, reveals the beauty of being connected. A son sent, so all could be delivered, not destroyed.
Sometimes there are ashes, and we are dust. Yet what poured from the vein of the cross pulses through us, the tip of the crown of His coming. Over and over.
He will never water the world to destruction. Mankind will weary it though, like a flood. And we will be shot forth, hued and holy. To pierce and pillar.
Journal a time you were found in flood and how it felt to be drawn out.
“The heavens display the glory of God, the skies proclaim His craftsmanship.” Psalm 19:1
Choose a portion of Psalm 19 to memorize and discover the deepness of the words within it. No better flood than that.
PS Thank you to the beautiful Fragrance for lending me the incredible painting she did for this blog’s engraving.