Stairway to Heaven
Or maybe it’s Jacob’s Ladder?
Well, not quite. Unlike Jacob’s dream, there are no angels ascending or descending to and from heaven on this particular skyward stair step.
However, there may yet be some similarities in this worn out ol’ aluminum ladder leaned up against my roof and the one Jacob dreamed of when Yahweh spoke to him. Let’s review the Scriptures:
He came to a certain place, and stayed there all night, because the sun had set. He took one of the stones of the place, and put it under his head, and lay down in that place to sleep. He dreamed. Behold, a stairway set upon the earth, and its top reached to heaven. Behold, the angels of Elohim ascending and descending on it. Behold, Yahweh stood above it, and said, “I am Yahweh, the Elohim of Abraham your father, and the Elohim of Isaac. The land whereon you lie, to you will I give it, and to your offspring. Your offspring will be as the dust of the earth, and you will spread abroad to the west, and to the east, and to the north, and to the south. In you and in your offspring will all the families of the earth be blessed. Behold, I am with you, and will keep you, wherever you go, and will bring you again into this land. For I will not leave you, until I have done that which I have spoken of to you.” Genesis 28:11-15 WEB
Each year, in August, there is a prolific meteor shower that lasts for several weeks – commonly known as Perseids. This occurs annually as the earth’s orbit takes it through the remnants of the comet Swift-Tuttle.
And so, this summer, I along with my 13 and 14 year on sons waited until the zenithal weekend and set our alarms for 3am.
The timing couldn’t have been more divine. No clouds and no moon equaled perfect summer-night-sky watching weather.
With great anticipation we ascended the extended rungs, pillows in hand, to lie on our backs on our R-panel roof, and behold brilliant streaks of sparkled fire descend the deep black horizon at a rate of several hundred an hour.
We’re blessed to live in a rather rural area, having little light pollution around us. And as we lay there awe-inspired by the unimaginable vastness and beauty of Yah’s universe, reiterating again and again, “Ooo, you see that one?” and “Wow, that one was cool!” I couldn’t help but reminisce about Jacob’s experience with a rock for a pillow several thousand years earlier.
No audible voices from heaven were heard this night. Yet I felt the Almighty’s merciful hand upon us nonetheless; in the form of relationship strings that were tied with my two oldest sons that early August morning as we looked with innocent wonder and spoke with sincere reverence about Yahweh’s awesome creation.
Perhaps this small sacrifice of sleep will, with His grace, ripple goodwill through our family for generations to come.
Moments to bond with our children (yes, even teenagers!) and our Creator can be crafted with a little intention and planning. Indeed, we can even help fashion opportunities for our progeny to bond with the Elohim of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob that they might inherit a portion of the promises made these patriarchs.
You don’t have to live in the country, nor climb roof tops in wee hours to make this happen. You can simply take a walk in a park, drive some back roads, or just play in the yard on a nice evening. But if we take the time regularly to experience wonderment at creation with our children, we mostly certainly will meet its Maker along the way.
Praise Yahweh! Hope lives!