Greater Light

I'm just going to come right out and say it: The eclipse freaked me out a little bit. Maybe it's because I didn't have themed snacks, or a nifty viewer. I just had my son and the view from my front porch. But as I watched the shadows of the trees swallow my lawn, and the quality of the light dim to the point where the very air seemed to be effected, I confess I only felt a sense of unease. I shake my head at myself. I am a self-professed space nerd, and even aspired to being an astronomer in my youth (back when dreams weren't determined by the number of math credits I would need). But for some reason I just couldn't hop on the train this time, and the excitement everyone else seemed to feel over the eclipse just rolled right off me. 

But it wasn't a completely lost experience for me. Because, like so many other things in my life, it brought me back to Jesus. He's the greatest light. He can never be eclipsed. He never wavers. His Father is my Father, the Father of lights who is never shadowed, the Giver of all good gifts. Even freakish and unnerving eclipses. So maybe I wasn't excited about it, but I'm thankful I experienced it, and even MORE thankful that the same God who created those massive bodies and governs their paths through space, is the same God who created me and guides and protects my path on earth. Although I aspire to reflect His glory now, like the moon does the light of the sun, I hasten the day when I am fully swallowed up by His holiness and awesome purity, when I am remade and may dwell with Him forever. Amen and Amen.