Fog.

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Last night when I went to bed, the full moon bathed the towering evergreens to the East in a luminescent glow, and to the west cast a trail of light across the waters of Puget Sound, silhouetting the snow capped Olympic Peninsula Mountain range in the distance. On a clear night you can see forever.

This morning I heard the ominous sounds of fog horns and looked out to see the dense grey fog blanketing everything as far as I could see. Carl Sandberg wrote a short poem about fog.

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

This romantic fog is nothing like the threatening fog being experienced by ships blaring their horns to avoid collision. Every 20 minutes the Edmonds-Kingston Ferry transports cars and passengers east and west, while large tankers make their way north and south in the same lanes. Those in ships sense danger; they study their charts, they read their instruments, they peer deeply into the grey. Tragedy may lie just ahead; they cannot know. This is life or death stuff; one error and devastation.

WE live in a Kultursmog, a media culture that lays a thick haze over everything around us. Unlike Sandburg’s fog this one is not silent and it has no intention of moving on. Though this fog has deadened our senses and obscures the fixed points we seem unafraid. The moral absolutes that once guided us like the North Star, the Word of God, which once beamed bright and stood firm like a lighthouse, now gathers dust. Many are more excited to seek glimpses of God in the fog itself than in the fixed lights.

None are more at risk than those who do not know they are at risk. God is there despite the fog for those who seek him.

These words were found on a cellar wall in Cologne after WWII. “I believe in the Sun even when it is not shining. I believe in love even when I feel it not. I believe in God even when He is silent.”

Yours for the pursuit of God in the company of friends, Dick Staub.

PS. And remember, “these are the best of times and the worst of times, but they are the only times we have.” (For Now).

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