In the morning, while it was still very dark, he got up and went out to a deserted place, and there he prayed. ‒ Mark 1:35
Those who know me know that I am an early riser. My wife Jean, her brother and I were having a conversation about this recently and they were of the opinion that this is a consequence of genetics. It’s true that my sisters are also early risers. I wonder, however, if my being raised in Japan has anything to do with this. During the summer months in Japan it is light by 4:00AM and dark by 7:00PM. I’m convinced that this has affected my circadian rhythms.
Regardless of the reason, I enjoy the quiet of the early morning. It’s a good time for me to begin the day in scripture and prayer as I seek God’s face. It’s also a time when I reflect and prepare for the day.
As I write this, I’m looking out at Lake Michigan. In the quiet of the early mornings here as I see the vastness of the lake, I’m given pause to ponder my place in the universe. Tomorrow morning, as I see the waves that today’s weather report indicate will be in the three to six foot range, I will again be awed by the power of nature.
The stillness of the morning is rich time, significant time and productive time also. It’s time to reorient myself, to gain a proper perspective on life and to remember who I am and whose I am.