A long time ago, the man named Jesus of Nazareth made an astounding claim: “I am the Light of the World.” The apostle John, writer of the gospel that bears his name, described Jesus this way–“In Him was Light and the Light was the Life of men.” If these words are true, and I believe they are, then on the day we call Good Friday over 2000 years ago, the light was put out and it seemed the world was lost in darkness forever.
But Easter morn–the Light burst free from the darkness that held it, never to go out again. And with this event, He claimed yet another title: The Resurrection and the Life. Everything Christians believe comes down to this one truth–Jesus Christ did not stay dead. He is light. He is life. He is our salvation.
I did not have the best day yesterday. Long story and it doesn’t apply here but except as a reminder that even those of us who follow the Light, sometimes sojourn in darkness. For awhile. Anyway, I pulled out of that rut last night and turned to my Facebook page and found some stories of the light that made me weep. Two friends, traveling hard roads in this ultimate road of life. One, I’ll call her Gwen, has lost much in the last few years. Her father, and her husband/soulmate. Both gone. Suddenly. Unexpectedly. It’s been painful but Gwen has soldiered on, loving the Lord, following His light, even through her tears. Gwen’s aged mom has been ailing the last few years and this corona virus thing has made it harder. Mom, in assisted living, couldn’t have visitors, didn’t understand what was happening, was heartbroken. And more recently, went down hill swiftly. Gwen’s report last night was succinct and loving. “What a wonderful Easter! Mom went home to be with the Lord today. She woke up in the arms of Jesus.” I didn’t know Gwen’s mom but I cried. This is what it’s like when you follow Jesus–the Light of the World. His light will lead you through the darkest places, but always back to the light. It’s His way…
My other friend, Misty, has been living one day at a time in grueling circumstances these last several years. Her young husband has been battling cancer–one of those cancers that doesn’t go away. They’ve prayed, believed for miracles, done everything the doctors have ordered. Their children are in their early and mid-teens now–after years watching their dad go down hill. I don’t think I’ve ever known a fighter like Misty but sometimes, even the strongest must surrender. Yesterday, Misty’s Facebook post was simple: “Scott wanted to see the ocean one more time.” Following were photos of the family together at the Oregon coast, just for the day, hugging one another, smiling for the camera, on a sunny Easter Sunday. Just one more time…
And again, I cried. These ladies are walking dark pathways, but they’re refusing to give in to the darkness. Through the darkness, they’re walking in the light, because they know the One who IS the Light.
Happy Easter, one and all. Wherever you are today, God loves you. I pray you’ll t
urn to Him and let Him lighten your way. “For with you is the fountain of life; In your light, we see Light.” Psalm 36:9