"But all night, Aslan and the Moon gazed upon each other with joyful and unblinking eyes"

Psalm 8:3-4

3          When I look at your heavens, the work of your fingers,     

                the moon and the stars, which you have set in place,     

4          What is man that you are mindful of him,                           

and the son of man that you care for him?     

The night sky is our oldest most inescapable window into the mystical. For as long as I can remember, the sight of the moon and her stars, in perfect clarity or obscured by fog and wisps of cloud, pulls me out of myself and into something heartbreaking and immense and unknowable. It is the universal reaction, I think. 

Like everything good, it's an analogy. The moon itself isn't to be worshiped - but it might reflect God's goodness, His immensity and beauty and mystery to us in a way that we can survive.

Full moon coming this week -- the only one we get during the wilderness journey.

Smash your tvs.