Before I left for South Africa, a friend of mine shared that he thought it was important for me to connect with the stars while I was there, that there was something for me in that particular expression of God’s creation.
The idea was not at all foreign to me. I love the stars. I have always been drawn to the starry nights, to be under them, to feel their immensity and to allow my spirit to soak in the songs they are singing about our God, as it says in Psalms for the sun, moon and stars to sing His praises.
I grew up (and still live) in the Northern Hemisphere, so I am used to experiencing that window into the heavens. Well, I experience them any time I get out of Los Angeles, anyway! But from what I have heard from others who grew up in the South, there is a very different dynamic to the stars there.
So, as I came to South Africa, I was looking for opportunities to spend some time out at night. The first place we stayed was still too close to the city for any really good stargazing, and the hotel would never actually be dark. But the second place turned out to be a such a God thing. It was a lodge in the middle of NOWHERE. It was serious South African bush. It took us twenty minutes just to get from the gate to the lodge, and that was after an hour or more on a dirt road off of the main road.
I was excited. This would be stargazing at its absolute best. I had brought all my warm clothes, not knowing how chilly it would be at night. So, when darkness came, I bundled myself up and went out to sit and listen.
Well … the best laid plans of mice and men, as they say …
I could not connect at ALL. Nothing. Zip. Nada. It was quite disappointing.
But I was not so easily daunted. My insatiable curiosity bubbled up and I started asking the “why” questions. Was it the land? No. Was it defilement? No. Was it me? Sort of. (Truly, I do get those kinds of answers from my spirit. It means, “getting warmer”). Was it the stars? YES. Why?
What I realized, which must have been nothing short of a revelation from God, is that they were singing a different song than I was used to. Of COURSE! It made sense. All of the animals here are different. You scare elephants and warthogs off the road instead of deer and opossums (have you ever thought about elephant road kill? Yikes!). The trees and grasses are different. The people speak different languages too, why not the stars?
So, that put me in an interesting place. How was I going to learn a different language before I left? I have never done this before. I figured the first place to start would be to ask God to introduce my spirit to the stars here and teach me how to connect with them, to teach me their dance so that I could join in their worship of the King.
All through the next day I was thinking of the stars and could feel that something was going on. I think that my spirit was really getting to know the flavor of the heavens here, and that evening proved it true!
I could not WAIT until everyone went to bed already and left me in peace with the sky. Earlier in the day God had given me a particular flavor of music I should use for worship and it lit a fire inside of me. While Victoria Falls sent my spirit and soul into a state of trembling wonderment, this evening under the stars made my spirit feel as if it would expand right out of my body. I longed to join their wild and wondrous dance, to worship the King with the morning stars who sang when He built the foundations of the earth.
I worshiped and I sang and I sat. My spirit went from moments of great expansion, wishing to be free to soar, to moments of near utter stillness, plumbing the depths, pondering the mysteries, wondering what that day of Creation may have been like when the stars rolled from His hands, their garments like fingers of fire.
If I were a pastor and chose my own time for Sunday service, it would be at night, under the stars.
It seems as though the Lord and my spirit did their work between the evening of my language barrier and the evening when I could connect. No comparison!
Several days later I was sharing the story with a friend who grew up under the Southern Cross and then moved to the Northern Hemisphere for several years. She could totally relate to what I said about the different kind of language and had never felt that she could really connect while she lived in the North. I wonder what might have happened for her if she had worked with her spirit to learn it?
Now if I could only learn French that easily!