True Light

The light of the city cast a warm glow on the horizon . . . It was cold and dark right before dawn as I sat on a lawn chair in the woods. Yes, I was along for the parental supervision of a minor, hunting.

Yesterday, I sat on a crooked wet, stump. The time before that, just a camp stool . . . and the sky was dripping :) so I couldn't read my book or write or text . . . I just had to sit still . . . and I am not used to much silence or solitude though I dream of such.

It wasn't light enough yet to read the little Bible that I had brought along, so I sipped on the hot coffee and delighted in the fresh, crisp winter air. My mind pondered around the thought of the light . . . and how that the light from the city in the dark of the night could seem like the light to "follow after" . . . Because that was the light that was there . . . But in reality it was fake light, man-made . . .

Now the Eastern sky was beginning to show light . . . Slowly every so slowly, yet steadily the light crept in . . . Brighter and brighter . . . It had given off the same light as the city for a bit, but soon outshone the man-made lights. The real sunrise, the true light was dawning and there was no stopping it.

And then, day was upon us . . . The sun, that burning ball of fire, that ever intense brightness ruled supreme. Night is coming again, we all know that. Dark times, cold times, long and lonely times . . . Will I hold out and wait for the real true light or will I let the cheap, counterfeit "light" fill my heart and take God's place . . .

This world's light does not hold a candle to the light and Light God created.