Into the Heart of Christ...living art in a pick-up truck

I had the overnight shift driving during one of our yearly Thanksgiving Surf Trip to the Outer Banks. Allen and I took shifts sharing the 15 hour drive to get to our favorite waves on the East Coast; the Outer Banks of Cape Hatteras. Thoughts of glass-smooth 6-8 foot waves curling into perfect barrels over my head...albatross dancing on the thermals just above the waves, dolphin leaping around us, hot apple fritters after six-hour long early morning sessions. I had mentally changed into my baggies and was running across the parking lot at the lighthouse.

And then we drove through it; heaven meeting earth....

We were on one of the long, low bridges spanning the marshes. The timing was perfect; that time of day in the warmer climates when the cool air of the night meets the warm air of the day and both sit still. The air was so motionless you could hear a butterfly's wing rub against the wind and the water sat motionless like school-girl when her crush walks by. 

The sun had just risen over the tops of the pines lining the bay and  we  were caught up right in the middle of  360 degrees of the Glory of God touching the stuff of earth...you couldn't tell heaven from earth...perfect mirror image. We were flying over the water.  We had escaped earths' capture and we ascended into Joy.

I did the only thing I could do when you confronted by such Holiness.
I screamed.

"Wake up!" Allen was  afraid we were about to die.
I couldn't keep this beauty to myself. In times like this can't keep your eyes shut or your mouth closed.

The image is burned into the corners of my imagination. And the Holy Spirit brought it back today as I journey into Advent...
The bridge of Death was spanned during the longest of nights, when the Glory of God shown down on the stuff of earth, when God was perfectly reflected in the One ...and the Angels screamed "wake up!" to the shepherds because they couldn't keep the beauty to themselves.

Have you see it? Did you scream?