I Light Up My House
December 29, 2012
This morning I lit a candle. I dropped to my knees. I said The Lord’s Prayer slowly and thoughtfully, meditating on the words: “Father,” “kingdom,” “your will,” “on earth as it is in heaven,” “forgiveness” and “temptation.” Then I moved into a focused reading of Psalms 16, contemplating David’s interaction with God. As I did these things, a metaphor came to me.
My body is the tabernacle of God. Mentally, I go throughout the tabernacle lighting the candles in each room. The light of love from the Father illuminates the main room. As I move from room to room, I light the candle that brightens its darkness. I light the candles of peace in each room. Forgiveness is the brightest light that brings the gentle presence of God with his awareness of my story. The candle of joy is lit and affirms the power of His indwelling presence that will never leave or forsake me. The rooms are filled with comfort as the light illuminates the deep grief and loss I have no words for …. Then there is the candle of hope, the certainty of a God who will always keep all of His promises.
My temptation is to let all the noise of my heart, coming from the dark rooms, draw me into action, before I let the light in that guides me in this treacherous wonder-filled journey. I then awaken to the joy of the house I live in and continually listen to the counsel I receive.
“God is light and in him is no darkness at all.”
I John 1:5