A Million Trillion Small Visitors From Space Appear In Sky Over Scobey, Montana

I was walking out my front door at 10:30pm, bringing some noodles for a salad I was making for a potluck tomorrow, to the church next door. My eyes quickly clinched the sight of milky white clouds to the north and most surprisingly overhead.

I knew enough that these were not ordinary clouds. They were much too orderly, way too bright even for a moonlit night, higher than clouds usually are. They were streaking downward and moving too and fro much too fast for a windless night. Indeed I knew what they were, but I had never seen them over head before. They were so bright even in the moon and despite the lights of town at night. I practically dropped my tub of noodles and ran into the house for my jacket, put the noodles and other ingredients on the counter and headed out in my usually direction for a brisk walk to the west side of town. They were filling up more and more of the sky, so incredibly beautiful, so incredibly bright. I figured at least 70 degrees up into the sky meeting in a vortex in the night right over head. Truly their most awesome display before my eyes.

I get to my favorite viewing spot out past the lights of town. It is like the hand of God is painting with a 00 brush, streaks of white light against a black velvet canvas, filling that canvas as some of the streaks linger for a while and some vanish as quickly as they are drawn. All around ghostly white wisps move in a random chaotic whim, millions of trillions of particles, ions, that have traveled as many miles from the sun, now filling that canvas as the streaks stretch even perhaps 10 degrees south of the apex of the night sky. The display continues in intensity for a half an hour as I lie on my back in a thick patch of grass, shaded from the lights of town by the shadow of the roping barn on the west side of Scobey.

I have to go, but the show indeed goes on. This is the most intense display of the Northern Lights that I have ever seen in my life. What greater evidence do we need to believe in God than such a magnificent and beautiful sight coming from such a random collision in the upper atmosphere of our planet. God indeed is a Chaos mathematician who is not graph-able and definitely non-linear, who paints pictures as temporary as the moment itself and as beautiful as any lasting creation in the hearts of human beings.

May 2, 1998 11:44 pm Scobey, Montana