I was at the park (of course) last week, pondering the idea that we tend to hide things in the dark where no one will see what would, we believe, feel shameful in the light. The song Marvelous Light was battling in my mind...it did not make sense.

"Into marvelous light I'm running
Out of darkness, out of shame"

...but, I was thinking, it's coming out of the darkness that would intensify the shame. And actually it can intensify the shame when it's brought out into the relatively dim light of the world.

Today at the park, in a huge tree there was one branch that appeared white against the backdrop of dark branches and lush green leaves. The branch was dead...appearing shameful in the light of the world with the overcast sky. There were no beams of light shining down on it. I just thought, in the night, in the darkness, it looks the same as all the other branches...no shame. However, had the sun shown through and beams of light shown down on it, it would have been a different sight.

Whatever is in the light is more noticeable,
yet the rays of the light itself provide beauty

...but also draw forth a new beauty that can only be seen when combined with the light...much like a rainbow.

I noticed the grass in the shade. I could see it, just existing by the light of the world. But as I looked over to where the morning sun's rays were illuminating the grass, the landscape sparkled with color and vitality and life...brightly exposed, yet every flaw and imperfection unnoticed by the beauty brought by the light.

The rain of shame that's drawn into or exposed by the light provides a "host" or catalyst for the light to shine through creating something new of awe and beauty.

My 60-second Backyard Airport

This morning a little bird--not sure what kind it actually is--was pecking at the wood siding on my house and woke me up. I tried opening the window and tapping on the screen to scare it away, but to no avail. So I finally got dressed (intending to go outside to scare it away), but by then the tapping was gone. I stood by my bed looking out the window and waiting to hear it again, but what happened next was a wild sight.

Within about 30 seconds, my backyard had become an airport landing strip for everything in the area flying below 500 feet. Several arriving flights every second. By the end of the 30 seconds, I could see as much black on the ground as I could green in the grass. Then for the next 30 seconds, it was all departing flights...several every second. And my backyard was, just as quickly, completely green again.

Now, you're probably waiting for my typical spiritual application here. Ha! Well, I could, but my mind is at rest...and I don't want to wake it up...it doesn't rest like this very often. So for now, I will rest in the beauty, the fascination and the mystery of God and the flight of His creation.

Jesus Makes Lemonade

I've been having some trouble with my van battery dying overnight occasionally, but only twice before this past Sunday. On Sunday morning, though, Dave had gone to church early to lead music, so ten minutes before the service started, I packed the kids in the van and turned the key. Nothing happened...it was totally dead, again.

I told the kids, "Sorry, kids, we're not going to church. The van is dead, and by the time we get it charged, church will be over." So I got the battery charger out of the tool chest and gathered the kids around. I thought this would be a great opportunity to teach them something about auto mechanics. First I coached Adam in opening the hood. Then I showed them how to safely connect the cables to the battery and then plug it in. We watched the needle on the guage rise just a bit to indicate it was beginning to charge.

Then we came in the house and listened to a children's Bible teaching on CD, discussed it and then read the book of Philemon in our Bibles. Eventually, we all went back out to the garage and I gave each of them a job in disconnecting the charger, putting it away, closing the hood and starting the van. It started.

I thought later about this story and was pleased that I had found the opportunity for good that was in a potentially frustrating situation. Actually, I was very excited. I have spent so much of my life being frustrated about the things that didn't work out how I wanted, and here I was taking the lemons that I was getting in life, and I was making lemonade...seeing how they can be used for good.

Then it occurred to me, that's what Jesus does. When He lets us know through Paul in Romans 8.28 that He will cause "everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to his purpose for them", He is letting us know that when something sours our lives from the lemons that are pouring in, He will make lemonade...He will make something refreshing and good.