Light / l ī t/
(noun) something that makes vision possible.
I love all things light. As a matter of fact, I always leave a few bulbs burning, even after I call it a night. And the first thing I do every morning (even before coffee) is turn the ones on that were off.
I’m not really sure there’s any great significance to my little light habit, other than I simply don’t like the dark.
But darkness has its gifts, too. The moon and the stars, the water Lily, and the song of a Robin.
And yet, we all know, darkness can be a place where voices can steal. Where lies can kill. Where pride can destroy.
Light, on the other hand, is meant to be seen. Light reveals what is true. Light brings life.
Lamps and lanterns.
Sunbeams and screens.
Fireflies and fire flames.
Each of them, revealing and reflecting, in their own purposeful – and sometimes painful – ways.
In Luke chapter eight, Jesus is teaching a crowd and He tells them, “No one lights a lamp and then covers it with a bowl or hides it under a bed. A lamp is placed on a stand, where its light can be seen by all who enter the house. For all that is secret will eventually be brought into the open, and everything that is concealed will be brought to light and made known to all.” Luke 8:16-17
Jesus, the Light of the world. In Him, there is no darkness at all. Whoever follows Him will walk in the light of life. And so we sing, “This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine”.
No more fear. No more shame. No more stumbling around in the dark.
Glory to God.
– Adapted from Day Eight of Coming To Light: An Advent Experience Through the Book of Luke