The thing that definitely stuck out to me the most in this book would have to be the beginning of Chapter Five. The author is talking about the metaphor of God being light. It’s such a beautiful mystery. I’ve never put much thought into light. I mean it’s light; it’s just there. I suppose after 18 years of traipsing around I’ve just come to take that for granted. Actually I don’t think I’ve ever been very fascinated to light. “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows Me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life” (John 8:12).
Light in itself is a mystery. It travels 150,000 miles per second. That is absolutely ridiculous. As I sit here typing this I’m thinking about how fast that must be and how it takes seemingly no time at all to light up a dark room at the flip of a switch. And the sun, it illuminates the whole earth! Not only that, but it also heats it up. And then at night we have the moon and stars! What glorious beauty! Sometimes at night I will lie out somewhere and just star gaze. Sometimes I’m lucky enough to catch a shooting star or two. When I look into the sky, I like to think of it like I’m looking into the face of God. The stars are like His eyes; when they sparkle it’s like His eyes twinkling with delight over me. And every time I see a shooting star, it’s like a promise to me. A promise that says He’s with me always, no matter what. Despite all my questions and doubts, despite anything I’ve ever said or done, His promise remains faithful and true.
So, like light, God is mysterious. After all, “we don’t see light; we see what it touches” (Through Painted Deserts 60). Therefore we obviously don’t see God; we see what He touches. We see when He touches a single mother trying to raise 3 children on her own. We can see when He touches our own lives in ways that can’t be explained. His touch is everywhere and we see it. But do we acknowledge it?
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