I tried to take a picture of the moon the other night. My little digital camera doesn't have a zoom. It didn't capture the moon's majesty. It looks more like part of the sky is missing.
It did remind me of a story though...one Amy reminds me of when, in her opinion, I periodically need humbling.
Some time back I was driving home from a church function and called Amy from the car. She was driving down a road not too far away. I said something like, "I know this is going to sound silly, but does it look like there's a hole in the sky to you?"
For whatever reason there was a blotch in the cloudless heavens. A gray gash.
To me it looked liked the fabric of the sky had been torn. I kept driving...it didn't move. I angled my head...it looked the same. I slowed down. I sped up. It was still there. That's when I picked up my mobile phone and called Amy.
She was silent for a moment or two and then said, "Oh I see it too!
It's a plane."
Her laughter drowned out the rest of the conversation.
Mobile phones should come with a warning label, "If you're living in a world filled with illusions of your own making...use caution before dialing."
