The moon spies upon me until I can no longer stand illuminated in it’s grey white gaze. Wherever I go it follows, peering into my person, commenting on my passion, pestering and presenting itself the subject of all conversation.  “Isn’t the moon wonderful?”, she says in a voice she borrowed from a 1940’s actress dressed in off white satin. “Or that moon is just so big it must be one of them, harvest moons or something?” I forget it and then I feel its gravitational pull upon the water in my body, promising High Tide at quarter past the hour. There is no escape, but into darkness, but when I think I have cleverly deduced its mission, it dawns upon me that this is the sun’s light reflected.

The Son’s Light reflected in my own eye must be irritant to the wicked who prefer to operate in darkness. Not thinking too highly of myself I stop to ponder how frustrating my voice is in reading aloud the powerful Word of God? How they might seek to escape me, quench me, cover me, silence me or despise me for ever being part of the conversation.  I am tamed in my own awakening. The Lord gave me this reminder by night that the day is less than a revolution away as proved by its mirrored reflection upon the basalt black of twenty-first hour.

Is there resentment in those brilliantly shining for the Lord’s Good Purpose? Do we tuck our heads, turn our ears and tilt our eyes that we might not clearly collect upon our dishes the direct clarity of their well timed message? What then do we filter for less than noble reason? What men do we forget, women do we ignore and children do we simply dismiss, that hold in their words or gesture today’s or this week’s greatest blessings or reflection of the Son’s Light upon them as Mirror?  Do we avoid that which is the best for us, exchanged for a camp out in the darkness, believing ourselves complete, content or comfortable in the choosing of our own plush patio? What might be waiting for me out in the light of night, something so powerful from which I’ve hidden, seeking darkness and privacy’s prize?

We need more light, for those things which hate God must be driven into the light for they hated the light and loved the darkness that it might conceal and perpetuate their nightmarish pleasures. There is a day coming, not too distant where we no longer have need of the Sun or Moon for the Son will be our light and there will be no need for night. Today, I am learning to look upon those former irritants for the deception that has steered me incalculably far from the intended blessings of God’s Creation. No more misdirection for me, I will know the truth, even when my own choices have been complicit. It is a time for the light, constant light, inescapable light, to cleanse, to comfort and to dispel concealment and calamity’s deception.  Nothing shall be hidden and all shall be known for what it believes. That is transparency that is the power of the Light.

He is the Light of the World, won’t you see Him and be enlightened to the Truth that sets all men free?  In Jesus’ Name.