I wrote about the Northern Lights twice last year. I missed them in May, and I missed them again in October, blogging about them almost exactly one year ago. But a few days ago, the evening of Veteran’s Day, I received a text from my son Mark at 7:30p: “Northern lights visible from my house.” He’s only 10 minutes away, but before we drove up there, we decided to find out if we could see them from here.

Our house faces north, so we just walked out the front door. There are a few small street lights in our little gated community, so we walked past those, and there they were: a faint red glow to the naked eye. But much brighter to the camera!

I’m 78 years old, and that’s my first view of the Northern Lights for myself. I would have missed it if Mark hadn’t alerted me. I’d be reading stories about it instead.

Tomorrow, I’ll be conducting training for pastors from two different churches on how to lead The Navigators’ 2:7 Series, a discipleship tool for church people, many of whom have never seen the “Northern Lights” for themselves. The highlight for me in leading this course is watching people read the Bible and hear from God directly for the first time. A lot of believers gather faithfully every Sunday to hear their pastors share what God told them from the Word. Many even read the Bible at home without “listening for God.“

We teach them during the first meeting how to read the Bible and hear directly from God, and the excitement at the second meeting is palpable. The light is there. Someone just needs to point people to it.

The entrance of your words gives light… (Psalm 119.130, NKJV)