“Mount Sinai was covered with smoke, because the Lord descended on it in fire. The smoke billowed up from it like smoke from a furnace, and the whole mountain trembled violently. As the sound of the trumpet grew louder and louder, Moses spoke and the voice of God answered him.
The Lord descended to the top of Mount Sinai and called Moses to the top of the mountain. So Moses went up and the Lord said to him, “Go down and warn the people so they do not force their way through to see the Lord and many of them perish….” – Exodus 19:18-21
The words wrap around me like a warm, tingly quilt. It’s beyond supernatural; the imagery, the depth of it, both otherworldly and yet, familiar, aged, like something from ancient history that is yet somehow apart of me. Then I look up from my laptop and the glow of the cafe sign dances in the gleam of the store window. Ambient lighting trickles down from hanging pendant lamps and automatic glass doors whiz open to welcome customers; always in a hurry, eyes fixed to a magic mobile screen in their hands. I gaze around and see the others sipping lattes, making chit-chat, studying. Then my hand, as if trained with a mind of it’s own, reaches out for my own cup of comfort and for that moment, my mind is clear and still mystified: this is the same world, the same timeline as the passage I just read.
The sands of time flow, inevitable, progressive, radiant, but eternally built on what, Who, has come before. I don’t want to forget.