We are between this year’s birthday celebrations
of our daughters.
So we’ve been thinking back,
realizing that one daughter was born at 9:38 a.m.,
the other at 10:08 a.m.
Coincidence, I’m sure … both of those eighth minutes,
but kind of fun.
As many who know me could tell you,
as a devotee of Scripture,
the numbers three and seven fascinate me.
Yes, I like the symbolism of perfection and fulfillment.
But I like even more the idea of a number
that represents more than a number can—
that represents less actually a specific number
and more the idea of the perfect amount.
So I like that there are the perfect number of (seven)
signs in John’s gospel.
I like how often seven (and three) show up
not just in stories, but also in in studies
of the literary structure of Scripture.
I like that seven words begin Scripture: Genesis 1:1.
I like that there are the perfect number of days (seven) of creation.
And it was in thinking about creation,
that it occurred to me
that seven days were perfect for preparing—
seven days were perfect for getting ready—
seven days were perfect for anticipating—
and then … in the eighth—moment …!
Happy Birthday, girls.