“The Life-Light blazed out of the darkness;
the darkness couldn’t put it out.” John 1:5 (MSG)
The liturgist invited the congregation to lift up those in need of prayer, and I thought of a family who is going through a lot right now.
I really wanted to lift this family up in prayer.
I could see them in my mind’s eye, mom, dad, the two boys, the soon-to-be daughter-in-law, and I wanted to raise them up and lift them towards God.
But I couldn’t. They were too heavy. My arms weren’t strong enough. I wasn’t strong enough.
I felt frustrated and inadequate.
The most I could do was picture a light that shone on them. Not a blinding spotlight, it was more diffuse than a spotlight, but not a weak light either.
The light of God was shining down on this family as they stood close to one another.
Because of the light, I could see where they were standing.
The ground was level. It was bedrock, devoid of vegetation.
It was not a happy or cheerful or beautiful place. It was stark and barren.
A wilderness landscape.
Lit up by the light of the world.