Showing posts with label Dawn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dawn. Show all posts

Friday, December 3, 2021

A Pathway Through the Darkness

 

Friday, December 3, 2021

Because of God’s tender mercy, the morning light from heaven is about to break upon us, to give light to those who sit in darkness and in the shadow of death, and to guide us to the path of peace.”  Luke 1:78-79

Each morning I sit in darkness in the wee hours before dawn’s first light.  There’s a lamp at my desk, and I’m typing words about how God’s light dispels darkness.  This is the beginning of my day, writing about the Daystar, the one John the Baptist’s mother said would break upon us.  When the light breaks things become much clearer.

Each year, at the beginning of the Christian Year cycle, this text bids us to turn to the light and be guided through the darkness that surrounds us.  Sin, the source of all anger, violence, injustice, and other callous attitudes we humans can fling around, is the darkness of our souls.  And, just as we cannot escape the rising and setting of the sun, no human is exempt from the touch of darkness.  We all walk through the valley of the shadow of sin’s death.  We all participate in adding to the darkness, and we all groan in waiting for the light to dawn.  It is as if we cannot wait for the darkness in our souls to produce death, the door to light.

A reflection of that valley (and the pathway of light that guides us through it) has become my traveling companion of late.  A few months ago I was told my heart is not performing well.  Since that time more test results have given me more information than I ever wanted to hear.  And it makes you think…deeply.  When I was attending Duke Divinity School to learn how to be a Methodist, I would walk past many doors in hallways on the path to daily chapel services.  One of those doors nearest the chapel was the Department of End-of-Life Studies.  In retrospect, I could swear there were cobwebs on the door hinges to that room.  None of the student-preachers wanted to be chaplains in death’s waiting room.  We wanted to point to eternal life, happiness of soul, and God’s love, not death.

Of late, the theoretical garment of the end-of-life’s journey has begun to unravel; in its’ stead is the haunting specter of Russell putting-on the practical shroud.  It’s haunting because it’s inevitable.  As I recently said to one of my loved ones, none of us gets off this planet alive!  A few notable exceptions are Elijah and Enoch; God took them home without tasting the transition we call death.

Without getting too maudlin on a Friday, let me say that I’m not totally preoccupied with the idea of death; being 74 years old I’ve had a lot of time to think about it up to this point…not to mention the truckload of funerals and hospital room conversations ministry has visited upon me.  I am, as Jesus was, well-acquainted with sorrows and grief[1].  What I am preoccupied with is finishing well.  I want to walk through that valley with wonder, amazement, faith, and an abiding sense of well-being.  I want to do what I’ve been preaching for forty years; I want to trust all to He Who judges justly[2] and who is also merciful for the sake of His Son, Jesus Christ.

I want for my life – whatever legacy that might be to my family, friends, and whomever God may choose – to offer hope in Christ and no other.  I want to experience what the Apostle Paul told the Philippian believers he craved above all, the fellowship of His sufferings, and the power of His resurrection!

For You Today

The Psalmist has the last word today; He knew what finishing well looks like on that final journey:

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.  He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.  He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.  Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.  Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.  Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.  Psalm 23:1-6

You chew on that as you hit the Rocky Road; have a blessed day!  

[1] Title and Other Images:  Pixabay.com  Unless noted, Scripture quoted from The New Living Translation©   

For another post on this text see Zechariah's Song

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Dawn

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Thursday, April 2, 2015
“And you, my little son, will be called the prophet of the Most High, because you will prepare the way for the Lord.  You will tell his people how to find salvation through forgiveness of their sins.  Because of God’s tender mercy, the morning light from heaven is about to break upon us, to give light to those who sit in darkness and in the shadow of death, and to guide us to the path of peace.”   Luke 1:76-78 (NLT)
I have been awake at dawn most of my life.  It’s not that I don’t like to sleep, or can’t; it’s just that the dawn attracts me like a light attracts moths.  There is something so peaceful about this earliest part of the day which clears my mind and calms my soul, even in the worst or noisiest weather; this portion of the day reassures my heart and strengthens my inner resolve for whatever the day will bring. 
For me there is no dread or apprehension in the early hours; I am most at peace at dawn.
And in writing about “the dawn” thoughts naturally turn to the realm of nature’s rhythm and the sun coming up.  I do just that, but there is also that spiritual dawn which is even greater and more life-sustaining than the physical sun’s light and warmth.
The Song of Zechariah in Luke’s Gospel records the spontaneous prayer of John the Baptist’s father, whose heart was exploding in praise for God’s deliverance.  You might recall that as an old man he couldn’t believe he and his wife would ever have a child, so he was silenced until belief dawned in his heart.  And when Zechariah finally believed, praise spilled-out like a gushing fountain.  Zechariah understood the dawn, because he understood the shadow of the death of unbelief!
Believing God’s promise brings the dawn of spiritual life!
God had promised a Savior, and to Elisabeth and Zechariah he had promised a son to be the Messiah’s forerunner, a voice crying in the wilderness which would help people prepare the way for the Lord’s coming.
It was dawn breaking through, and it was time for the dispelling of conflicts and doubts, the fightings and fears within, without.  It opened the way for us to come to God just as I am![2]    
The dawn of nature’s sun each morning is a wonderful time of quiet and contentment for me. 
And yet, that just a pint-sized preview of this spiritual-daybreak of the Son of God who gives me eternal peace, and sets my heart and life right with my Creator. 

For You Today

With Good Friday and Easter Sunday coming up this weekend, spiritual preparation is necessary to properly appreciate and celebrate what God has done for us.

Take time this day to let the dawn of God’s goodness break on your heart; let your soul sing-out with praise like Zechariah.

It’s a new day, and His mercy is like a shower of forgiving joy!




[1] Title Image: By Sebd, via Wikimedia Commons
[2] Charlotte Elliott, Just As I Am, UMC Hymnal #357