On Sunday afternoon there was an enormous double rainbow, showing briefly and perfectly against an ominous grey sky - see The Captain's Log for the pictures.
Now that I am a student of the Inspired Scriptures, both Hebrew and Christian Greek, I can't see a rainbow without thinking about what it means. Here is an extract from an Awake! magazine (January 1975):
"The world’s oldest history book, the Bible, draws attention to the first rainbow and gives the reason for its continued appearance. It reports that God made a covenant, a promise to the survivors of the world flood, namely, Noah and his family, that “no more will the waters become a deluge to bring all flesh to ruin.” And as a sign of this covenant, God said to Noah: “My rainbow I do give in the cloud, and it must serve as a sign of the covenant between me and the earth.” (Gen. 9:8-16) What a splendid way to remind mankind of God’s promise!"
And how beautifully Jehovah does everything.
I have been re re-reading Peter Boardman's book about his and Joe Tasker's climb of Changabang's West Wall: "The Shining Mountain". As I get to know them more through their writing I feel sadder and sadder about what was so soon to happen, and wonder what on earth did go wrong. I want to rush into the book and warn them. And I came across this, on the net, written by Dr.Charles Clarke, who was on their last expedition:
"Although Peter’s achievements with his partners will be recorded in the archives of
mountaineering, it is his warmth, humanity and wisdom, which will be sorely missed by those
of us who loved him. He did not agree with Howard Somervell’s epitaph, ‘There are few
better deaths than to die in high endeavour’. Nor did Joe. As I carved a headstone for their
memorial in the Rongbuk Valley my only wish was the last few moments of their lives to be
Yes. They clearly did not want to die. And Dr.Clarke wonders too - about what could have happened. It must have happened very soon after they were last seen, or very soon after they woke up in the morning. If indeed they did wake up. Perhaps it was simply that the altitude killed them. Once again, I wonder if - IF - I am to be among those who "inherit the earth", and if they are, would it be alright to ask them?
Well, if I am there, I will know whether to ask or not. We will be living in "the land of straightforwardness" and the right path will be so clear.
Its a rainy morning here, but with a bit of pink beginning to appear along the horizon. The bonfire is being built, and I must start to think about what to cook for Saturday. There will only be four of us this year - depleted as we are by old age and illness.