Light bulbs

I went for a run tonight just as the moon was coming up. As I was breathing in the cool air and enjoying the soft rain drops freely fall on my face I realized something. I am a traveling light bulb!

I made this realization when I rounded a corner and saw the silhouette of houses, trees, and cars being engulfed by darkness. This wasn't anything new. That is what happens when the sun goes down. What caught my attention was the single lit lamps that were staggered down the road in front of me. They were shining all with different intensities. Although there were few, I was drawn to them and felt safer near them- no matter how much light they gave off.

I was encouraged. Although, it seems like we, as believers stick out so ridiculously sometimes, we are meant to- because we are not children of darkness. We are children of light. Eventually I believe that I will be overseas living in dark places with people who know so much more about suffering than I can even begin to imagine. They have experienced so much pain in the midst of darkness.

The enemy has his schemes wherever we go in the world. Darkness is just that- dark no matter what the situation or location. I imagine a time- where the idea of being reunited with other "temples of light" will be so rewarding. It is now and I live in a culture where there are so many churches, bible studies, christian groups, and so on and so on. I love genuine fellowship now... I long for it now... but I know there will come a time when I will be placed in culture or situation where this wont be as accessible as it is now. In many ways it could be similar to the path tonight.

My excitement grew as my feet picked up the pace towards home. I felt discomfort on the black stretches of cement, but was encouraged knowing what was ahead- another light, and another light, and another, until I got home. I just had to put one foot in front of the other knowing that I was running not just to my physical home tonight, but to so much more.

Luke 8:16-18, Psalm 119:105