In a previous blog I told of the shovel and the hole. We had to replace the water main from the water meter to our house. A distance of around 40 feet. Looking for a small pipe one inch in diameter that carried our life sustaining water that performed the important tasks in our home of carrying away that which is foul and awful. After having performed a responsibility of equipping our home with water saving shower heads a low flow one and a half gallon per flush toilet and assuring that we had no dripping faucets, a pinhole the size of a head of a straight pin managed to dump over one thousand gallons of water per day into the soil five feet below the surface of the ground. Not all of this precious water was wasted, as you saw on our home page, our enormous fifteen foot tall juniper trees welcomed the abundance of this life giving fluid. Which eventually worked it's way to the surface as a little tiny bubble. It surprised me, the little pool of water that formed around where this new spring came up, the occasional air bubbles that accompanied the water, as to how much air comes through our line along with the water. It just made me wonder, do those air bubbles make the meter spin faster or slower? And as with everything else, you never get exactly what you pay for. I remember paying my water bill but I don't remember any charges on there for excess air.

Now enough of this rambling, we'll get to the point of the light of day. Had this old pipe not sprung a leak and required replacement, which we did, not following the route of the old pipe, but digging this five foot deep trench in a parallel path a few feet to the south. We removed tons of earth. We made a trench five feet deep and forty feet long through virgin thick heavy clay. And we filled this hole with an enormous new pipe, one inch in diameter, It looked rather funny at the bottom of this large trench, in that it took such a large hole just to place a small pipe. But it gave me an opportunity to observe an pause and travel back in time.

Now I don't know if it was hundreds or thousands of years that I peered into at the bottom of this glorious trench. I just knew that it had been an extremely long time since the sun had shown on the dirt at the bottom of this hole. It made me wonder how many of God's small creatures that dwelt at these depths were seeing the light of day for the first and perhaps the only time in their lifespan. Kind of reminded me of Horton Hears a Who. Was this a magical omen to these creatures? Was it a frightening experience to their society? Were there the naysayers and the leaders in their subterranean community that predicted doom? Or professed that the wicked should repent? That this was a sign from their God that they were either being punished or rewarded for either being wicked or faithful? I guess I'll never know because we filled this hole back in. As hard as I worked on it though my worm translator was only a dream and was not finished in time to ask them what they thought of "light". And I could only wonder if these subterranean leaders of theirs were shouting from the hilltops - "Go to the light, just go to the light".