It is Friday the 4th of November as I sit here and my husband Doug has just reminded me that tomorrow night is Guy Fawkes Night. (Nov 5th) I wonder who can remember childhood days when we celebrated Guy Fawkes Night here in Australia. We called it bonfire night or cracker night. We used to collect all our bits and pieces of burnable wood and pile them up on a nearby vacant piece of land for a bonfire. Fireworks were available in the shops in those days and our mum would give us money to buy our own. We were only allowed to buy rockets or Catherine wheels not penny bangers and such like. Later, all the neighbours and their children would gather round to light the bonfire.
As I write Doug remembers a time when he was just twenty years old and living at Alma Road, Maryborough, with his dad. He had spent twenty pounds ($600 in today’s money) and bought a large assortment of fireworks, Rockets, Roman Candles, Tom Thumbs and Catherine wheels including some jumping jacks. About three o’clock in the afternoon he decided to light a few fireworks while it was still daylight. You guessed it! He lit one Jumping Jack and it jumped into the box and that was the end of that. Can you imagine? He is sitting beside be here in hysterics not being able to relate the story for laughing. Rockets flew, Roman Candles were shooting in all directions and he couldn’t do anything else but laugh. No firework night for him that night.
Back to the serious stuff, did you know that poor old Guy Fawkes or Guido as he liked to be called, was not even the mastermind behind the plot to blow up the English Parliament? He was just the fall guy who got caught heading to set light to the gunpowder. Some experts say that the gunpowder was decayed and would not have properly exploded. Right or wrong, if it had exploded it would have razed the place to the ground killing the King (James the 1st) and all the members of parliament.
Cracker night was also celebrated for Australia Day, the Queen’s birthday and even Empire day if you are old enough to remember. Nowadays we have qualified pyrotechnic people to present firework displays. As we gaze up at the beauty of the amazing fireworks which light up our night sky we can’t help but be enthralled. They are spectacular.
God is called the Father of lights which can have many connotations. I thought of this the other day when I saw a film-clip of the magnificent Northern Lights. I couldn’t help thinking how great God is and that if heaven is going to be lit up like these lights then it’s going to be pretty spectacular to see. (See James 1:17)