In my last post, I commented on the beauty of the sun and encouraged you to enjoy the sun that day. I wrote the post in the middle of the night and the next morning (at least in my neck of the woods), it was cloudy and rainy. There wasn’t very much sun that day, or today either for that matter. And yet I encouraged you to enjoy the sun. …Did you still do it?
The sun is still there, you know, even if we can’t see it.
Right now, I’m writing a paper about Robert Frost’s “Storm Fear,” a poem about the storms of our lives that wall us in and beat upon our windows and cause us to despair. But, you know, the sun is still present, even though hidden behind storm clouds.
It’s still there, providing its energy that gives life. It’s fixed in space, it hasn’t gone anywhere, nor has the earth moved farther away from it. It’s just that sometimes we can’t see the sun as well as we’d like to. But it’s still there.
A lot like God, huh?
May you enjoy the glory of the sun today, even if it’s not obvious. May you bask in the steady pretense of the Son, even through the storm.
Today is the brightest, the brightest that I’ve ever known…