This morning we woke up a few minutes after 5. Other than the expected glow of the LA lights and a nearly full moon, it was dark out. We got in the car and began driving north. We were one of the few cars on the highway – a rarity for Los Angeles, even at 5:30 AM on a Sunday morning. A bit after 6, we arrived.
From the top of Mount Wilson, to the west you could see Los Angeles, sprawling out to the ocean reflecting the light of the moon. To the east, the mountains and trees of the Angeles National Forest. We met up with friends from our church, and found a spot to pull off the road, sit, and wait.
At 6:55 AM, the sun rose perfectly in between two peaks of the San Gabriel mountains, rising suddenly and powerfully. The chilly mountain air was taken over by the radiating heat of the sun as it gradually claimed more and more of the dark night. We stayed for a while, watching as the sun began to rise in the sky. We talked, laughed, and prayed.
Easter is here.
I’m still trying to figure out what it all means, and why I am more comfortable and familiar in the moonlit shadows. Maybe we still live in the night of Saturday, waiting for Sunday to truly arrive. The sunrise today in the San Gabriel’s was a reminder that morning is coming.
It will be here soon.