In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth. The earth was without form and void, and darkness was over the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God was hovering over the face of the waters. And God said, “Let there be light,” and there was light. Genesis 1:1-3 (ESV)
Light. The first thing created. Not the earth or foliage or crawling critters. Light. All creation began with light.
Again Jesus spoke to them, saying, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will not walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.”–John 8:12
Jesus is the light. The light of creation. The Light of the World.
For by him all things were created, in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or dominions or rulers or authorities—all things were created through him and for him. And he is before all things, and in him all things hold together. Colossians 1:17 (ESV)
Light creates both visible and invisible. Light holds all things together.
I sit and ponder light in the predawn hours. Dark shadow trees catch my attention and I imagine light in them. If only I could see it.
Broken eyes make it hard to see the spiritual, but in this moment I imagine it. I imagine the light I can’t see flowing through tree branches and blades of grass. Flickers of light in moth wings and sleeping squirrels.
This thought tags along with me throughout the day. Glimpses of light in the one who walks down the street, the stranger in the grocery line, and the fit throwing toddler in her mama’s arms. Noticing light brings pep to my step and a smile to my face.
The broken is still there, but it doesn’t win. Not by a long shot, and today I have no feelings of dismay.
Do not be dismayed by the brokeness of the world. All things break. And all things can be mended. Not with time, as they say, but with intention. So go. Love intentionally, extravagantly, unconditionally. The broken world waits in darkness for the light that is in you.
L. R. Knost
Maybe broken isn’t the issue at all. Maybe it is my eyesight, my spiritual eyesight. Maybe I am looking at the wrong things and forgetting how to really see.
Is it possible faith is looking for the Light of the World in all things? Could it be when I love intentionally, over the top with no conditions the Light of the World shines brighter than the broken?
Yes! Yes! YES! Jesus is the Light of the World, and that very light lives in me. Light is what the broken needs, and I want to shine.
This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine. This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine. This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine. Let it shine. Let it shine. Let it shine.
Unfolding Enough 