January 23, Two-Thousand-Eight.
That was the morning I caught the 8:00 am bus for Regina, ultimate destination Broadview, Saskatchewan.
There were maybe 4 of us on the bus that morning.
Two fellows who looked a little the worse for wear and who headed straight for the back of the bus, the Bus Driver, and me.
We made a few quick stops along the way to Melfort.
The day was beginning to brighten; there was a misty fog hanging over the fields.
As we pulled out of Weldon, onto the highway, I noticed the beginnings of a rainbow to the south of the highway. Then I noticed, on the other side of the highway, the other end of the rainbow. It didn't quite form a complete rainbow, but sort of looked like two bent rainbow arches, leaning toward the rising sun.
As we drove along, the sun edged up over the horizon, and what a sun it was! It looked like it was shooting straight up into heaven- like a flame. Must have been the misty-fog or something, but what a sight!
The bus driver half turned to me and asked if I saw that. I confirmed his vision, adding that I'd never seen anything like it before.
He hadn't either.
It lasted about 10 minutes- curved pillars of rainbow, bending toward a flaming sun.
When the rainbows had faded, and the sun became a spot of brilliance in the ribbon of rosy horizon, I started singing a song God gave me once, in my head so as to not disturb the other passengers.
Oh Lord, when the morning comes, my heart will sing your praise. With the coming of the dawn, my voice in song I'll raise. I will sing Alleluia, Alleluia.
When I started the second verse, just outside Kinistino, I saw again, on either side of the rising sun, the prisms. Not bent anymore, but pillars of rainbow, one on the left, one on the right standing straight, framing the sunrise.
Oh Lord, when my troubles come your promises I'll claim. All my weakness will be strong when I'm standing in your name. I will sing Alleluia, Alleluia.
I think that's a good picture to take with me tomorrow at 7:45 am. No matter what comes, I'll remember that God gave me a rainbow promise that morning.
As God and the Bus Driver are my witness.