June 21, 2026. I can only hope your father remembrances are good from dad jokes to moments of loving togetherness. If, not, you’ll just have to share mine a minute and go from being read comics to while sitting on a sturdy lap to receiving with awe the gift of cosmic vastness. June 21 this year started one of those means of noting our life as a child of the creator of the universe, a day that needs the triumphant music of “This is my Father’s world, and to my list’ning ears, all nature rings the music of the spheres.” Remember Genesis one and the banishing of chaos to have day and night. Daily you are gifted by a period of time with hours to labor and hours to rest.
String enough of those days together and by various cultures we have months. Some are defined by waiting for crops to grow. Others are marked to celebrate a feast. The world turns on its axis and we label a turn as a year. Some things change : we grow or move or learn a new skill. A birthday or a school start are waiting for us the next year. Four times a year the tilt of the earth and the angle of sun’s rays gives four designated days to begin a new season of climate. Trip the names off your tongue: Winter Solstice. Spring Equinox, Summer Solstice, Autumnal Equinox. June 21 this year a season of longer days of sunlight and warmer temperatures began in my hemisphere to be enjoyed with only impreceptible changes until September 21.
The import of this time was made visibly aware to us on a trip our family took to the Arctic Circle. To sleep in darkness, we had black out curtains in our cabin rooms. I woke in the middle of the night, raised the curtain, and looked at floating ice bathed in pure light. This week may be a stop and appreciate the presence of our designation of a human father. If not, revel in days, night, months, years, and seasons that have been yours since birth.
The earth is the Lord’s and all that is in it,
the world, and those who live in it; Psalm 24:1
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