Last night when I went to bed I was an Aquarian. When I work up this morning, I was a Capricorn. Overnight, it seems, I went from being “independent and intellectual” to “patient and prudent.”
All kidding aside, I don’t really follow Astrology. Though for the record, as part of a movie negotiation, the producer ordered my Chart to be “read.” And, from time-to-time, I also read my Horoscope – for entertainment purposes only. It’s a light-hearted amusement after reading the newspaper; kind of like reading the note inside a Fortune Cookie after enjoying a meal at a Chinese restaurant.
The “God’s Honest” Truth is that I may have been born under the sign of Capricorn, but I live under the Sign of the Cross!
Before praying, I make this Sign that reminds me that I belong to the fellowship of Father, Son and Holy Spirit, then declare “Amen” – a word is a derivative from the Hebrew verb aman “Confirm”.
In the end – and I literally mean “in the end” – it doesn’t matter what sign one was born under – as we learned, because that may have changed.
What matters is the Sign we lived under!