A few evenings ago, I decided to enjoy the breezy cool air, sunset, and soothing sounds of bird songs and bug tweets. To me, outdoors at sunrises and sunsets are special times to mediate and consume the wonders of nature. I find a quiet refreshing magic in the beauty and power from the daily ascension and setting of the sun.
As the sun descends most daytime creatures transition to searching out nests, perches and secret places to safely pass the dark hours. Then, when the light of dawn reaches the trees and grasses, these creatures come alive and begin their daily search for food, mates and safe places to creep, crawl or fly.
On this particular evening, I saw a single lightening bug rise from the nearby woods. Seems the number of these bright little bugs has decreased over the years in my area. As a child I remember many more fireflies at my rural home in the fifties.
Without any extensive knowledge of this specific bug, I focused on this single firefly and imagined his mission beyond its intermittent flashes of yellow and a meandering flight path. I imagined fireflies as possible secret agents of the Holy Ghost or Holy Spirit.
While the Holy Trinity has historically been presented by artists as a young Jesus and a more mature father figure as Almighty God, the Holy Ghost or Holy Spirit is usually depicted as a small light or flame. Could these tiny harmless insects represent something beyond the obvious?
After several annoying and devilish misquotes attacked me as darkness came, I retreated indoors. However, my firefly experience and imagination led me to consider that our experiences and observations of the obvious may fire us to look deeper at the spiritual possibilities.
