It's the Light

Sitting in my prayer alcove this morning, the view took my breath away. In fact now, hours later as the sun is beginning to set, it is taking my breath away again.

But this morning, I grabbed the ipad and headed out to photograph it. The orange needles of the larch tree, those not yet on the ground, stretched skywards and drooped earthwards, the sunshine reflecting off of them. Behind, from a clear blue sky, a sliver of a moon was fast fading towards the horizon. 

The picture was disappointing. You can see for yourself. Nothing can capture that glory when you see a natural beauty in person. A picture may be good, but it isn’t as accurate as you would like. There’s something about the light that just doesn’t get captured by the camera exactly as it appears when you see it with your own eyes.

I suppose that is the problem with trying to share the beauty and majesty of Jesus with someone who has never met him. Someone who thinks of him as a historical figure, a good teacher who said a lot of challenging things which, if followed, would radically change the world. 

Of course he was both of those, but so much more. The Son of God. Still alive and longing for every person to meet and fall in love with him. Words don’t do him justice. Maybe sometimes others may glimpse Him through us, but again, it is but a pale reflection. It’s only in that first-hand encounter, that meeting spirit to Spirit, that one appreciates the glory.

All we can do is to continue to bring people to Him, somehow. Once seen, Jesus is irresistible.

It is the light. And the love. And the life.