Thursday, June 19, 2008
An ordinary miracle
Timing is everything. In fact, finding myself at Union Station during yesterday's technicolor double rainbow was miraculous. Not Miraculous, or MIRACULOUS, or miraculous - no - a rainbow is not an extraordinary event, but it is such a gorgeous sight.
When the sun shines low on the horizon while it's raining overhead, there will be a rainbow. It's a meteorological fact. The physics of light demand that there be a rainbow under such circumstances. But you never know if it's going to be so bright that you can see several layers of rainbow, something my cheap camera could not capture, nor can you predict a double rainbow.
Jews believe the appearance of a rainbow is God's way of saying He's still committed to our agreement with Him. The Norse myths include a shimmering rainbow bridge that connects the world of humans with the world of the gods. Everyone who knows about leprechauns understands that at the end of the rainbow, there's likely to be a pot of gold. Also deeply ingrained in the American psyche is the haunting refrain of the song Dorothy sings right before the big storm that takes her to her destiny in the land of Oz.
Rainbows loom large in our human legends. So, even though it was 6:30 p.m. and everyone was in a rush to get home from work, you'd think a sight this breathtaking would make everyone stop, just for a second, to take in the beauty. Unfortunately, rainbows are often overlooked by people who are too busy to notice the gifts of the ever-changing sky. These people generally think that if miracles are "real", they're a phenomena that belongs in the past. Sad, isn't it?
I'm never that busy, thank God. And BTW, thanks, God, for yesterday's awesome double rainbow. Well done You!!