Somethin’ Sunday…In the cool of the day.

Someone mentioned the phrase “in the cool of the day” recently.  A poetic nerve twitched in me and my thoughts were directed to the phrases origin.  It is a beautiful description set in a time when the first “hide and seek” game was taking place.

Please excuse me while I look at this scene through my limited knowledge and imagination.  I am not a theologian.  There is a phrase out of the Genesis account that got my attention.  After Adam and Eve did the deed they “heard the sound of the Lord God walking in the garden in the cool of the day” and they ran and hid behind something.  My first thought was what did that sound like?  Did God step on a twig? Was God breathing heavy like on a power walk?  Was he bending acacia trees with his pinky and slight creaks and cracks were heard?  Was he whistling or humming or singing?  I mean no disrespect at all I just simply want to know what the sound would be like in case God showed up.  I mean, I might need to hide too or hopefully come out of hiding to walk with Him in the cool of the day.

And that’s the thing.  The cool of the day seems to me to mean dawn or dusk.  Maybe it was those in between hours.  Between day and night where the heat wasn’t quite there yet or just started cooling off.  Or maybe the “cool of the day” represents the grey, the time of day when shadows are more translucent and the color of created things are washed out.  Then I think about how much us humans enjoy the daily transitions called sunrise and sunset.  Don’t you look up and off into the distance when the sun plays the angles of the horizon, like God was brush stroking, His fingers dipping a prism through our atmosphere and laying out water color fantasies?

I have written of sunrises and sunsets more than once.  I wonder too if God knows how transition gets our attention.  Maybe the cool of the day is when we start winding down or winding up?  Maybe it is a good time to listen for a twig break or a whistle or a still small voice.  My pastor last week was encouraging us to take time to seek out God in the “secret places”.  He started whispering what God might say to us.  I couldn’t keep the tears from welling and I didn’t want to blink them out either.  Could that be the sound in the cool of the day?  Whether I am hiding because of some “deed” I did or simply wishing for someone with which to go for a walk I hope I am attentive in the cool of the day.

Oh Bright and Morning star arise in my heart today

and walk with me in the cool of the day.