March 3rd — Morning thoughts
Last night I stood outside under a dark peaceful sky and watched the moon slowly turn red. I found the date and time, as I was woken up at 3am for some prayer and meditation as God often does for me. I enjoy that time with Him as the world is quiet and I can hear Him more clearly.
33- March 3rd
The age Jesus was when He gave His life was 33 and as you know, I don’t believe in coincidences the way I used to. Sometimes God whispers through creation in ways that feel deeply personal and direct. As the moon shifted into that deep crimson hue, I couldn’t help but think of Christ’s blood — poured out, not in defeat, but in victory. As we know in a world of false worshipers, especially at this time of year, I think it was fitting that God would remind us in such a powerful way who God truly is and who is truly in charge of it all, if not Jesus Himself. “They” may be able to play with weather. governments, atmospheres in certain regions but they can not move the moon, sun or stars. Somethings are just absolute until He and only He decides. It’s an awesome sign and a wonder.
The Bible tells us from the very beginning that the heavens speak.
“Then God said, ‘Let there be lights in the firmament of the heavens to divide the day from the night; and let them be for signs and seasons, and for days and years.’” — Genesis 1:14
The moon was never just decoration. It marks seasons. It reflects light. It governs tides. And at times, it becomes a sign.
When the moon turns red during a lunar eclipse, science explains the phenomenon beautifully — the earth’s shadow covering it, sunlight bending through the atmosphere, scattering blue light and leaving red. Creation has order. It has design.
But Scripture also reminds us that the heavens can stir our hearts toward eternity.
“The sun shall be turned into darkness, and the moon into blood, before the great and awesome day of the Lord comes.” — Joel 2:31
“There will be signs in the sun, moon, and stars…” — Luke 21:25
Throughout the Bible, the moon stands as a witness. A faithful presence in the night sky.
“It shall be established forever like the moon, the faithful witness in the sky.” — Psalm 89:37
A faithful witness.
Last night, as that red glow hovered over the horizon, it felt like a quiet testimony — a reminder of the cross.
When Jesus hung on Calvary, darkness covered the land.
“From noon until three in the afternoon darkness came over all the land.” — Matthew 27:45
The sky responded to the weight of redemption. Creation felt it.
And here we are, thousands of years later, still looking up.
March 3rd. Thirty-three.
The number itself doesn’t save me. The moon doesn’t redeem me. But it points me to the One who does.
The deep red color of a blood moon reminds me that His sacrifice was not symbolic — it was physical. Real blood. Real pain. Real love.
“Without the shedding of blood there is no forgiveness.” — Hebrews 9:22
And yet that blood was not spilled in tragedy alone — it was poured out in purpose.
When I see a blood moon, I don’t see fear. I see covenant. I see mercy. I see the cost of grace written across the sky in crimson light.
The moon doesn’t produce its own light; it reflects the sun. And maybe that’s the invitation for us too — to reflect the Son.
To shine in the darkness.
To witness faithfully.
To remember the price that was paid.
Last night felt like a holy pause.
A reminder that the same God who set the moon in place also stretched out His hands on a cross.
And under a red-stained sky on 3/3, my heart whispered thank You.
