The farther north you live, the more you enjoy this time of year. June days are wonderfully long, and the 21st is the longest of them all. In Wiltshire, England, 24,000 people gathered at Stonehenge to watch the sun come up over the heelstone. Some showed up just to party, but others were earnest Druids and pagans who came to celebrate and worship Mother Earth and the “sacredness” of the solstice. “Solstice” comes from the Latin words sol (sun) and sistere (stand still). Its name comes from an observation of the ancients that the sun’s “march” higher and higher into the northern sky stands still and the next day begins its slow descent toward the Tropic of Capricorn. Obviously, it’s not the sun that stands still. It’s the tilt of the earth that stops and slowly reverses itself. It is not Mother Earth who turns herself in this way. It is our Father God who designed our planet thus, and who promised Noah that he could count on a solstice every year:  “As long as the earth endures, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night will never cease” (Genesis 8:22).