September 12, 2012
Light of the World
Last week my
brother-in-law came to worship at our church and he plans to come back next
week. Ray is a believer, however he is not actively a part of any church
family. A week from now Ray is schedule for cancer surgery and he knows the
Lord has the power to heal, but he also recognizes the power of believer’s
prayers. Jesus has told us we are the light of the world, but I’m wondering if
we sometimes forget that we also give light to everyone in the house. “You are the light of the world. A city on a
hill cannot be hidden. Neither do people light a lamp and put it
under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone
in the house.” (Matt 5:14-15 NIV)
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Gail;
-----The Sumerian gods planned to destroy the world by flood because man was making so much noise he was disturbing their rest. Although the story was more than just fuzzy around the edges, its core held a few identifiable truths. One of those was man’s boisterous noise. And that understated his affairs both before and afterward. For the quiet Noah must have experienced on disembarking from the ark did not last long. A few generations later we were all up to our same old wars and massacres and murders and bullying and owning and manipulating one another and insisting upon our own ways through assorted tantrums and rants and animosities. I’m not sure if Utnapishtim’s gods wanted enough quiet so they could hear a pin drop, but Noah’s God made enough dropping pins so their noise would be just barely audible above the clamor of it all, if the hearer would have ears to hear it. Together the useful sound we make to the world is not the Nth degree of specifics about the Messiah, it is the universal specific of the Messiah; it is a light on the hill, maybe not bright enough to illuminate a particular course through the underbrush, yet visible enough to indicate the destination.
-----It is in the home where personal specifics rise far above the world’s clamor because affectionate love is the peace there enough quiet to hear a single pin drop. And that is where specific lights illuminate particular courses for souls who’ve become curious about the what they’ve seen on the hill.
Love you all,
Steve Corey
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