Light seems to frame our lives like bookends on a shelf.  The books are our stories.

Although I can’t remember personally I have to imagine that a newborn’s introduction to the light is shocking.  Most babies have fully functioning eyes in the womb but until light hits them that first time, eyes seem unimportant.

When my first daughter, Katie, was born I remember the look on her face.  She looked like someone had pulled off her warm blanket on cold Minnesota morning.  “What are you doing, put me back in! I was comfortable.” But it didn’t take long before she started looking around and noticing that there was a whole new world for her to explore.

Light marks the beginning of our introduction to the world.

I have heard a lot of references of people, on their deathbed, seeing a light at the end of a tunnel.   And I have seen lot of bad T.V. shows with people next to that person on the verge of death holding their hand and coaching them to “Walk toward the light.”

As newborns the light seemed offensive, but people learn something in their travels that caused them to understand that the light is actually where we want to be and we should be moving towards it.

In the book of Genesis God spoke: “Light!” And light appeared.   The creation story says that the Heavens and Earth were already created, but the light made them visible.  I love Eugene Peterson’s translation of Genesis1 before God spoke “Light!”

“Earth was a soup of nothingness, a bottomless emptiness, an inky blackness.”

Light illuminates.

The end of the Bible talks about a city of light, where God doesn’t need the sun or moon for light because His Glory is it’s light.  But we don’t live in that city yet.

Here where we live, each day begins with a sunrise and ends with a sunset.

Light marks the beginning of our time here and let’s us know when it’s time to call it a day.

It’s morning now where I am writing this and the light is creeping in through my cheap window blinds creating a zebra pattern on my office. I’ve got a hot cup of coffee sitting next to my computer.  I love peaceful mornings. It is like the sunrise is getting my attention, peaking through my windows and telling me it’s time to get started. Today is a new day.

There is work to be done before the sun goes down.