God's Gentle Light
Gentle lights. God's solutions for doubt storms. Gold-flecked glows that amber hope into blackness. Not thunderbolts. Not explosions of light. Just gentle lights. A business-man choosing honesty. A hospital choosing compassions. A celebrity choosing kindness.
Visible evidence of the invisible hand.
Soft reminders that optimism is not just for fools.
Funny, none of the events were "religious." None of the encounters occurred in a ceremony or a church service. None will make the six o'clock news.
But such is the case with gentle lights.
When the disciples saw Jesus in the middle of their stormy night, they called him a ghost. A phantom. A hallucination. To them, the glow was anything but God.
When we see gentle lights on the horizon, we often have the same reaction. We dismiss occasional kindness as apparitions, accidents, or anomalies. Anything but God.
"When Jesus comes," the disciples in the boat may have thought, "He'll split the sky. The sea will be calm. The clouds will disperse."
"When God comes," we doubters think, "All pain will flee. Life will be tranquil. No questions will remain."
And because we look for the bonfire, we miss the candle. Because we listen for the shout, we miss the whisper.
But it is in burnished candles that God comes, and through whispered promises he speaks: "When you doubt, look around; I am closer than you think."
Above exert taken from Trusting More, Worrying Less by Max Lucado