Light

I woke up with a start, having an urgent need to go to the bathroom. I hopped over Zach and fumbled around the room, groping for a flashlight, afraid to knock candles over, and disoriented by my surroundings. I started to mutter to myself, and Zach said, “Here, use this,” handing me his cell phone. As I reflected on this experience, once safely seated, I decided that one of the most stressful things about this year has been the lack of light! We’re going on day 6 without electricity in our home. Oh, the great need we have for LIGHT!

Is this why people that come from generations of Christianity become so complacent and void of joy in their Savior, the LIGHT of the world? Are we so far from the experience of darkness that we can no longer feel deeply the intense beauty of living in the Light of God? Oh, I pray for us, generational Christians, that we might regain the wonder of the Light. America has electricity almost 24-7, yet the darkness is so great! If we, those who have experienced Light, can no longer sense the warmth and joy of Him, who will lead those in darkness to this Great Light? What a contrast it is when we are sitting in a dimly lit room, and the electricity suddenly comes on. The lights that have been on for days without any power illuminating them shine unabashedly, and we shout “NEPA!” The generators around the neighborhood go off one by one. The colors in our living room jump off the walls, the painted vine over our archway seems to crawl and stretch, everything is… more beautiful. I do pray that we don’t have to lose sight of the Light, and become used to the darkness before we turn to the Great Light of the World and ask Him to shine brightly in our souls once again.