David Crowder turns the meaning of eclipse on its head in his song “How He Loves.” “…When all of a sudden I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory and I realize just how beautiful You are and how great Your affections are for me…” God’s love is the master eclipse— its light the… Read More
light sources: eclipse
Can anyone see you are a Christian? Or, when they look at you, do they see a lunar eclipse? Does the shadow of the earth blanket you, not allowing the sun’s light to reach you so that you can reflect its rays? Don’t you know that, as a Christian, the sun shines within you and… Read More
light sources: faith in the yet unseen
The sun is shining but how can I reflect its rays when storm clouds of fear and pain block their passage to my soul. My bed is floating on a flood of nightly tears; my gut writhes and clenches as I cry out to you for mercy and help. How long, Oh Lord, how much… Read More
light sources: the man in the moon
Do you see him? The moon is full, round, and brilliant— so bright that trees cast shadows and I can find my way in the darkness. I stand still and look at the moon, in awe at the beauty, whispering thanks for the light, and I see him— the man in the moon, looking lovingly… Read More
light sources: daylight moonshine
When the sun is bright in the sky— too radiant to look at without damaging my eyes— does the moon still reflect its light? Surely it does on the other side of the world where the inky darkness of night covers the earth with shadow. But I don’t look for the moon during my daylight… Read More
light sources: tinies together
I reflect only an iota of light because I am tiny. Oh, how much light could be spread if I was just one of many miniscule lights shining together. Wait. I am… …one of many who contain the Holy Spirit fire. God planned it that way. Let’s light up the world.
light sources: metaphors
You can take a metaphor just so far before it falls apart. If I am like the moon which reflects the light of the sun, my light source is outside, not attached to me at all. But my source of light— and life, warmth, love, all that I am— is not only outside of me… Read More
Kathleen S Evenhouse 