White Light
Blackness.
It's a dark room. The lights have been switched off. The silence is only broken by the constant gasping for breath.
It's a dark building. Empty and almost completely barren of life, walls stand lonely and in sorrow.
It's a dark street. The narrow alley is never lit by the beams of cars. Forgotten letters and newspapers litter the cracked pavement.
It's a dark night. Clouds have hidden the stars. The moon has left its watchful post in the sky.
It's a dark life sometimes.
But then the sun - the blessed sun -peaks over the horizon!
The sky becomes a canvas, splatted with cobolt blues, golden yellows, crimson reds, persian greens, and pastel lavenders. The loneliness of the street does not matter, nor the emptiness and fear that had been locked inside the dark room. Light has come, and the night is banished.
In awe and wonder, we ask ourselves, how is it these colours have now come? How has this miracle of beauty occured?
It's because of white light. White light is just basic light - any light that makes things visible. When it hits things - like the sky or the grass or anything else, it breaks apart. Parts bounce off, parts are absorbed. The parts of light that bounce off, are the parts that make the colour we see. The sky has turned to yellows, blues, greens, and more because those colours have bounced off and are returning to our eyes.
But what has that got to do with God?
God, I think, is a lot like white light. What I said before is true, it is a dark life sometimes. Sometimes we can't see the way. Sometimes we can't see anything. Sometimes we're blind.
God can take that blindness away. He illuminates our path for us. He turns our lonely darkness of confusion into something we can see and understand. He shows us which way to go on our journey.
But he does more than that too. He makes our journey beautiful. How? Because, just like how parts of white light reflect off of everything around us, parts of God reflect off of everything in this world. God - the wonderful creator of everything - has his fingerprints all over the world. Parts of him are reflecting off of everything around us!
But, just as we often miss the beauty of colours made by white light, we too often miss the reflections of God around us. We get distracted, or we are to preoccupied. We aren't looking for the beauty that is in God's reflection here on Earth.
When we're in a dark room, in a dark building, on a dark street, in the middle of a dark night, let's look to the east. Let's look for God. Let's look for the sunrise, for the light. Let's look not only for the white light that will guide our way, but also for the way the white light can turn a sorrowful scene into something breath-taking. Let's find his guidance and his reflection.
Your word is a lamp to my feet, a light to my path.
- Psalm 119: 105
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