Trudging through a slough of disappointments. Mired in sorrow. The winds of confusion swirling around. The path is no longer visible. Direction unclear.
But up ahead a pin prick of light. A shadow of a glimmer of a reflection. A hope. All is not lost.
The shining grows bigger. Not an illusion. Something to aim for. The path is illuminated as if with the light of one tiny candle.
But it is enough to move on. To go forward.
Be holy as He is holy. Be in the world, but not of the world.
I remember the first time I heard the definition of “holy” – pretty sure it was my youth pastor a million years ago explaining holiness as being set apart. Now, I don’t know about you, but when you’re a teenager, the last thing you want to be is set apart. The implication is that you have been set apart by others because you don’t fit in. And oh how desperately I wanted to fit in. To be included. At that age I never understood that I could want to be different. That being like everyone else wasn’t such a great thing.
Now that I’ve had 25 plus years to ruminate over this definition I get it. Holiness – what sets us apart – is a tiny pin prick of light in the darkness. Sometimes only candle light on a path that is no longer visible. I long to be that pin prick of glimmering hope. A light at the end of the tunnel – miles away, yet bright enough to lead the mired out of the dark. Not the light itself – but a reflection of the light.
And this journey I am on seems to be directing me towards being that reflection. I find myself bemused by the concerns of some Christians in my community:
They worry about Muslims taking over the country.
Or progressive politicos.
Of the media.
The loudness of worship team.
The need for a 10 million dollar new church building. Or protest against the same building.
Don’t get me wrong. We should have concern for some of these things. We should be aware.
But above all we should be determined to be holy. As Jesus Christ was holy. We should be in the world, but not OF the world – Christ-like in all we do.
Sometimes we need to sit near the back. To pray. To imagine. To wonder. To resolve to be nothing more than that little light shining in someone’s darkness.