february 2nd, evening

i was looking at the moon last night. the last wisps of fog were clearing off, and the waxing crescent came into crisp view above the chapel. i was trying to imagine what the earth would look like if i was on the moon. its a funny thought that the moon is a real place. but maybe i am the only one who takes it for granted, and for whom the moon is usually no more than an image, rather than a real object. if it was just an image, some clever projection, i wouldn't know the difference. i've spent my life on the earth's surface, and it all looks the same from here. is it really important whether the moon is real or not, as long as it appears so? it wouldn't be less beautiful, it would look the same as it always looks. but to me, it makes all the difference. i dont want it to be contrived. i want it to be real. and my faith. if it looks real to the world, does it matter if it is real in my heart? they will still hear the gospel, and see it demonstrated. does it matter if i am a liar? yes it matters. i dont want it to be contrived. i want it to be real.