I was driving to church yesterday for the early service when I saw a runner on the road ahead of me. The sun was just coming up and we were both heading into it, she on foot and I in my car.
The woman had very thick, shoulder-length hair. Though she was dressed in black and was almost a shadow figure in the dawn, her long curls caught the sun as it streamed behind her. I marveled as her hair haloed about her head, dark hair turning gossamer gold in the rising sun.
I glanced in the rearview mirror after I passed by. The halo effect was gone because I was now on the sun-side of her. She was just another gal, out for a run on a cold November morning. I wondered if she could possibly know that she was trailing light behind her as she ran. Of course she couldn't...and maybe she wouldn't care because she was running out of her own light and into the sun.
And wasn't that exactly what I should be doing as I drove to church? Running out of my own light--measly as it is--and into the Son?
TOMORROW: Meet Rachel Hauck and her pal "Pal." He's a real cutie.
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Trailing light ... spreading fragrance ... both are the job of the believer. The trick is to do so without blinding or gagging people. It's not easy!
Great analogy about running out of light and into the Son.
He's really all we need.
Rachel
And yet we run and run, too often in circles...
Thanks for once again focusing us, Kathy. How pitiful is our own light when compared to that of the Light of lights. And yet, the Light referred to us as the light of the world. Reflecting His light, drenched in it, soaking it, and sharing it. Beautiful.
I could just imagine a stream of light drifting out behind her like smoke in the wind. What a great word picture!
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