It is Sunday afternoon. Resurrection Sunday, not just any Sunday. It's been an interesting weekend. We celebrated my husband's grandma's 90th birthday this weekend amidst services and such. The thing that stands out to me about this weekend is the power of light.
Just a little light dispels darkness.
A little light can cause you to wake up, become aware.
Even though your eyes can adjust to darkness, it is far easier to see with a light on, even if it's dim.
The light of love in another person's eyes makes their whole face softer, shinier, open and inviting.
Jesus is light.
When the stone rolled away the shafts of light that must have burst forth would have knocked anyone in the near vicinity down. Oh yeah, they did!
This morning I was moved by the power of light as they projected images of the stone being rolled away, as the light was slowly revealed, they simultaneously raised the blinds on the sanctuary windows letting the light flood our souls as we sang, Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord God almighty!!!
Even in the midst of trial, light comes in the form of truth and dispels the darkness of despair. I pray that today, the true light would be resurrected in your heart.