There is a little lunatic who lives in our home, and I mean that in the kindest way possible. According to the free dictionary, a lunatic is someone whose actions or manner are marked by extreme eccentricity or foolishness. It used to be believed that the phases of the moon affected people’s behavior and induced madness, so that someone who was “moonstruck” would act in a crazy or unbecoming manner.
Don’t get me wrong, I am not saying my third son is insane, although there are days when that part of the definition would also fit. It’s just that Phin has an obsession with the moon and is, in the truest sense of the word, moonstruck.
The moon is the common denominator in all of his favorite books, Goodnight Moon, On the Night That You Were Born, and Goodnight Gorilla. I am hoping that this obsession is a harbinger of a future astronaut and not of a future lunatic, in the not-so-positive connotation.
This morning the little moon lover and I sat in our street (yep, not on the sidewalk or the curb, right in the middle of our mostly-lazy street) as he stared and pointed at the procrastinating moon. It was a sweet moment with his little finger pointing excitedly and his little mouth murmuring, “Moonda, Moonda!”
After a good 10 minutes of this, I was getting cold and it was time to move along with the day; however, Phin refused to move and began to show his moonstruck side, pointing in a more demanding fashion from me back to the moon. I am pretty certain he was asking me to get the moon for him.
Oh, my little man, how I wish I could get the moon for you. How I wish I could secure safety and significance and confidence and eternal peace for you. As much as I love you, these are things that I cannot do, try as I may and will.
But there is one who can. He created the moon you are so enchanted with, and against all odds, He is enchanted with you, with me, with humanity. He loved us even when we were lunatics, acting insanely with minds turned against Him. In fact, the sun went dark one day at noon because He was doing something lunatic for us. I pray that one day you will be moonstruck by Him.
“To whom will you liken Me that I would be his equal?” says the Holy One. “Lift up your eyes on high and see who has created these stars, the One who leads forth their host by number, He calls them by name; Because of the greatness of His might and the strength of His power, not one of them is missing.” Isaiah 40:25-26