Super Blood Moon Apocalypse Eve

And so here we are again, on the eve of another Blood Moon Apocalypse. So I spent this morning spelling out the best way of looking at the religious and scientific points of interest about such a celestial event.

I suppose to me the regularity of the moon's cycles - the way we can predict eclipses - speaks of the constant nature of our God. I love the beauty of the Physics, the way we can trust the universe to do what it does - within the parameters of what we know. And knowing the Physics doesn't take away the ability to read into it real poetry, philosophy, spirituality. It lifts us, awes us, humbles us and leaves us - if we choose - to bow down to the long-patient, eternal hand that conceived of such things as symbols.

So I explained all this to the Beaker Folk this morning. Or tried to. Got as far as the word "Blood Moon", and the Moon Gibbon people screamed and ran out into the woods. For those of you who've not been with us for long, I should explain that, due to a misunderstanding of the term "Gibbous Moon", the Moon Gibbon people believe that there is a large supernatural gibbon on the moon. Each lunar cycle, as the moon wanes, the Gibbon eats the moon: bringing it back up as the moon waxes. But at lunar eclipses, the Gibbon Moon Folk believe, the Gibbon Moon runs amok, and the moon is dyed with the blood of slaughtered Clangers.

So tomorrow morning, if anyone gets up and the skies clear, we can expect the perfect collision of science, religion and superstitious. A beautiful natural phenomenom. The reflection that we are part of a fantastic plan. And, far off, the howls of terror and cries of "Spare the Soup Dragon!"

Happy Super Blood Moon Apocalypse.