Faith Works 8-19-17
Jeff Gill
Four hundred times, times two
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It's one of those elements of the created order that's  enough to make you think about a Creator: our Moon is four hundred times  smaller than the Sun, which is four hundred times farther from the Earth than  the nearer orbiting body.
So while they are massively different in size, from the  surface of our planet every so often the looping paths of lunar orbits  intersect the apparent course of the Sun across our daytime sky: a lunar  eclipse. And they perfectly match in our sky.
Well, sometimes. In some places. On Monday, in the  afternoon, it's gonna get dark. Ish. We are not in the path of "totality" but  we're near enough to get some observable impact, between 1 and 3:45 or so, with  the greatest dark shadow cast for a few minutes around 2:30 pm. Even in the  path of totality, the full darkness in daylight will only last two minutes or  so . . . but what a two minutes! Stars will appear in the sky, bird song will  stop and crickets start calling.
There are many devices and special glasses available to  allow you to safely watch the progress of the moon's face across the radiant  surface of the sun, but I've often "observed" eclipses simply by taking two  index cards, punch a circular hole in one, and go outside, turning your back on  the sun. With it shining over your shoulder, hold the card with the hole in it  up, and get the spot of light to shine on the second card – you will see the  circle begin to have an arc cut across the side of the brightness, and at 2:30  on Monday you will see all but a crescent obscured. Whatever you do, don't look  directly at the sun, on an eclipse day or any day.
Eclipses were part of the astronomy and often the  spirituality of many ancient cultures, and when you experience one, it makes  sense. The sun is the source of life, as any farmer or gardener knows; the  regularity of the sun may shorten and lengthen, and that annual cycle between  solstices with the mid-point equinox is part of many worldviews and ritual  calendars. For the sun to suddenly stop shining is . . . terrifying. It implies  it could happen again, for longer; it undermines the existential confidence we  bring to each sunset that in the east the sun will rise again.
The ability to predict an eclipse is a mathematical and  astronomical achievement that tells a culture they're figuring out some data  that's central to the working of the cosmos, even as those of us without the  math know to respect the ability of those predictions, when they dramatically  but simply come to pass.
It becomes a metaphor for many things, spiritually and  culturally. Not inaccurately people have talked about an "eclipse" of American  values in Charlottesville last weekend, a darkening of the usual light and  warmth by some intervening stony obstacle that we don't think should be able to  obscure that which normally guides our path.
It can also be encouraging to remember that an eclipse is,  at essence, an illusion. The moon is not shutting down the light, it's just  getting in the way for a little while. It's not a dragon eating the sun, nor a  crack in the universe, it's just a shadow which passes as quickly as it comes.
Mark Twain made a whole tale out of a Connecticut Yankee  being cast through time into King Arthur's court, carrying an almanac; Bing  Crosby played him in the movie of the same, and was able to bamboozle the king  and court by using his ability to predict the eclipse as leverage to imply he  had much more power than he did. He could predict, but he could not compel. 
The racist mob that came together under the pretext of a  statue and other cultural debates was trying to make their influence appear, by  torchlight and implication, larger than it is, more lasting than it will be.  Their swastika flags and Nazi salutes are a blot, a shadow on the nation, but  their dark impact is only lasting if we let it be one.
In this case, we can speed the sun itself. We can be light ourselves,  and fling the shadows of hate and intolerance out and away from where we stand.  May we shine, together, always.
Jeff Gill is a writer, storyteller, and pastor in Licking  County; he will be outside on Monday afternoon watching the day battle against  the darkness. Tell him about your experience with shadows and light at knapsack77@gmail.com, or follow  @Knapsack on Twitter.

