Polaris

A day late and a dollar short, as Mom used to say! I try to post my story for the week on Tuesday, but for this week Wednesday will have to do.

This week’s story is of a genre that is my favorite. I love science fiction. It’s sad that for the most part, it has been taken over by humanistic influences. Well-written “Christian” science fiction is a rarity. It can be a wonderful way to make people think about things that might never have occurred to them before. Some people believe that God has no place in the genre, but that is a mistake. How could we not include something of the very creator of the stars? I’ve drawn inspiration for this story from too many different things to cite them all here, but I hope that you enjoy my little glimpse into the realm of “what if”.

Polaris

“Where is it?” Liberté asked again, just as she had every other night.

Jonah smiled at the familiar question. The pair were side by side in a wide expanse of flat, grassy land. They lay on their backs, gazing up at the brilliant night sky. He studied the stars for a moment before pointing to one in particular.

“That one, right there, just past that cluster of stars.”

“The Mighty Oak, that’s our name for ‘that cluster of stars’,” she pointed out with a slight laugh.

Eyeing the constellation with more care he exclaimed, “It does look like an oak tree!”

“Is that an Earth tree?” she questioned.

“Sure is, starts out as a tiny acorn, about the size of a jiba nut. Over time, that acorn grows into a huge, solid oak tree. Oak is a hardwood, and that makes it durable for furniture, and long-burning if you use it for firewood. The first colonists must have named the constellation after it.”

The explanation was perhaps lengthy, but he knew by now that Liberté did not like it when he gave her incomplete answers.

“It seems so far away,” she sighed wistfully, “So very tiny.”

“That’s exactly how your home looks from Earth,” Jonah reminded her gently.

“Everything in the universe must look small to someone…”

“I suppose that’s true,” he nodded, “Perspective makes a difference.”

Liberté hesitated slightly, “Do you miss it terribly?”

Jonah didn’t answer right away, but pondered his answer for several minutes.

“I suppose I do miss it,” he spoke quietly, “Some things more than others. Some not at all. But the things I’ve seen, the places I’ve been,” Jonah reached over and took her hand in his, “And the people I’ve met have more than made up for it.”

“Are the skies here very different?”

“Well, the stars everywhere always seem familiar to me. Just looking up at a night sky filled with them always gave me a measure of peace, even when I was a kid. But the placement of the stars is vastly different. I keep looking for the North Star. Used to be, I could walk outside our house any time of the year and find it in a heartbeat, along with all of the other constellations.”

“North Star…” she mused, “We have nothing by that name, but we do have an Eastern Star.”

“Really? Can we see it now?”

“Of course, right… there,” she pointed out the glimmering star, “It is in the same place in our sky every night.”

“‘For we have seen his star in the east, and are come to worship him,'” Jonah quoted.

Liberté ‘s eyes lit up, “I read that in the book that you gave me! They were looking for the infant King, the Messiah.”

“They had been studying the night skies for a long time, and when they saw the signs they made a very long journey to give gifts to Him.”

“Does God still place signs in the stars for those who watch?”

The question gave Jonah pause. He’d never really wondered that himself. It was an interesting question to be sure. Another passage occurred to him.

“It’s also written, ‘And when these things begin to come to pass, then look up, and lift up your heads; for your redemption draweth nigh.’ I suppose it might be possible that God still reveals things in the Heavens, though the Scripture is pretty silent on that topic.”

“I wonder,” she began quietly, “What the sky will look like on the day He returns.”

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