In Light of the Son

It was a misty, foggy morning. When the sun crested the horizon, the bright whiteness was blinding. As I biked past the fields of ripening grains, I paused to behold their splendor. Each stalk glistened in the sunlight, making the vastness appear to be made up of a million, trillion, zillion sparkling diamonds. Wow. The rush of beauty overwhelmed me.

I turned to look at the field behind me, expecting a similar scene. Disappointingly, the stalks bent their weary heads, heavy with dew, but there was no sparkle. No glistening drops…

I returned my gaze to the first field—just as magnificent as I had left it. Then, I recognized the reason for the difference: beauty is seen by looking toward the sun. When I turned my back to the sun, the burdened grasses seemed plain and unimportant; when I turned my face to the sun, these same kind of grasses appeared to be arrayed in precious gems.

 

We may be burdened by the “dew” of life: tasks that come to rest on our shoulders, cares that cause us to bow our weary heads. If we choose to turn our backs on the Son, we will fail to recognize the blessing of the burden; but in looking to the Son, we will be awed by the beauty of it all. Each drop of pain sparkles in light of the Son.

(Written on Friday, April 4^th, 2014)