The
winter solstice has come. The light has shifted. Now the days grow longer.
Light has won out, and the darkness slinks away, getting ready to return
another time. Lights are everywhere. Christmas lights are still up, filling the
night cold with multicolored beauty.
We
are celebrating the greatest Light of all. The words of Genesis ring in our
ears: “Let there be…Light!” Did you ever wonder how there could be light when,
according to the ancient account, there was as yet no sun? What is the Light? Could it be the very Wisdom of
God made manifest, and from this Wisdom, this very substance of God
self-expressing in a Word, all creation spills out? Is it all made from Light?
Now
lest you think this is mere new age jibberish, scientists seem to be moving in
this same direction. They keep looking for the most primary particle. So far
the most basic they have found they have named the quark. And what is this very basic element in the
universe? They have identified it as a form of light energy. Interesting!
More
interesting still, Someone once said, “I am the Light…” Then surprisingly this
One said, “You are the light of the world…” , and he also said, “I am in you,
and you are in me.” Very interesting. Sounds to me like we are being told we
are made out of light from the One who is Light itself. That starts to make
sense as we ponder what has happened to our loved ones who have died, and
indeed, what is in store for us. Light changes form. Will we change form too? Will
we shine with the light our love has produced? Will that be the only thing that
counts? Will we be light from Light, chip off the ol’ block? Ponder that the
next time you look in the mirror.
Holy One,
You
have entered our dark world
Flashing
your baby smile
As
if you knew a secret that fills you with joy.
Shine
on us
Locked
in the darkness of our unknowing.
Has
that baby finger spun us all
Light
from Light
To
chase away the darkness
As
we ourselves become light-bearers in a blinded world?
What
is the mystery that your Spirit whispers in our hearts?
Do
we suspect all along that we are made to shine?
Come,
Hope-Child, make your home in us.
Teach
the world to smile.
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