Good Morning, God!
All is quiet. My sweetie pie is out for an eight mile run. The night still has a few more minutes before the sun rises. This is the start of Marathon Week. The Honolulu Marathon being next Sunday.
Kit will be running and his brother, Dick and his wife, Larie will be arriving to watch. Our daughter, Sandy, will be coming to watch Kit, too. I find my inner anxiety level rising.
Marathons are my idea of a modern day “sacrifice.” And, for Kit, running to raise money to fight the disease that took our daughter, Patty, that seems very true.
Perhaps, God, that’s why I wanted to talk about the ancient Hawaiian Heiau (temple) that’s in our neighborhood. I just got the “fact sheet” on it a few days ago. They think it might have been a luakini heiau — one where human sacrifices were offered.
That is an unpleasant thought, God. But, surely, the history of humankind is filled with societies offering You sacrifices — even human ones. It seems that — a some deep level — we all know that we are “estranged” from You.
Pondering that, this morning, made me realize how amazing Christmas really is. You, YOURSELF, reach out to us. Come to become one of us. YOU become the One-Time-Forever sacrifice at Easter. This turns our world of reaching out to YOU, right side up!
The sun is up now, God. The sky is filled with pink and peach clouds. And I am oh-so-thankful.