Wednesday, September 07, 2005
Once again, I am reminded that God is faithful. As the stories of compassion and sacrifice begin to roll in, I'm more and more often finding myself welling up with the good kind of tears. The joyful ones. What an unexplainable and miraculous feeling it is to have such joy when circumstances are dark.
The fires of last week had me sooty and saddened. I knew what I was seeing was the very worst of our fallen natures. The clouds had come between us and the sun and I could't feel it-- even though I knew it was still there. What a short memory I have sometimes.
I cried out for goodness-- for salt and light and redemption-- an end to the blame. I wanted to be and do something useful. I knew I had to stop and listen in order to hear the whisper for all the shouting.
Then it happened.
These lights-- beautiful people who shine with the reflection of Christ's love-- warming and comforting, even invigorating, began to shine.
Reaching out, giving sacrificially, loving without expectation-- before long, the clouds had burned away completely. So glorious that when I close my eyes I can still see them, and I can't contain this ridiculous grin.
Thank you all for the brightness you've brought. You are beautiful!