The Seventh Continent

As you may have gathered, I have been on an Antarctica kick lately. I'm fascinated by the place - not that I'm all geared up to go. I've often wondered why God would make such a huge place, and it be uninhabitable by man. It's an off-the-wall question, yes, considering the obscene enormity of our universe, which is also mostly uninhabitable. But Antarctica is different. It figures into our human equation.

We live on one of 7 continents. Is 7 just a random number, or does it figure into one of God's patterns? There are 7 days in a week, only there is one day where there is to be no work done. It's a rest day - off limits - or so was the design. In the days of Moses, to do work during this day meant death.

Antarctica is much like a Sabbath continent. It's solitary. It's quiet. It's off-limits. It's white, pure, pristine and unspoiled. Some would even say 'sterile'. For humanity to even begin to encroach upon Antarctica requires a maximum effort and a willingness to risk death. History testifies of the brutal sacrifices people have made in order to simply explore it. For many of the early explorers, you can still visit their huts that are still completely stocked with food, hanging meats, and other supplies. Food does not rot there - it mummifies. Wood petrifies. It's a land outside the rules of any other land. It almost seems 'holy'.