I was moved last week by the staggering beauty of our full moon and shared on Lil’ LIght O’Mine’s blog a little about where it led one of my kids and I as we were (guess….) riding in the car. Following is a small snippet. I hope you will click on the link to Lil’ Light O’ Mine. I’m pretty certain you will be blessed by what’s been going on over there. Lots of lives are being touched by some purposeful RAKs (Random Acts of Kindness)
Thanks for letting me share, sweet Courtney … and thanks for walking the road with me.
… As we bumbled down the road toward self-sufficiency, I came face to face with the secret to life.
Pretty bold. I know. The audacity to claim knowing the “secret of life.”
But, the deal is… it’s not my claim or my secret. In fact, it’s not new to the scene. We’ve heard it since we were little kids. But, witnessing the Secret in action is crazy exciting.
It’s like Ponce de Leon searching for the fountain of youth – and finding it. If that were true, hoards of botox-shooting, testosterone-patching folks would book their tickets today and cement their quest for youth. But unlike the mythical fountain, this Secret is true. Not because I say it is, but because Christ said it. It has a little something to do with the “greatest commandment” and loving others as He loves us. And, His secret not only lights up our lives, but all the lives around us.
We’ve had a full moon this week in Dallas. It has been a stunning display. Suffice it to say, I might have missed a few turns and narrowly escaped a couple fender benders as I’ve been distracted by its staggering beauty.
(My life is in the car – just sayin’.)
“Hey – look through the trees. Do you see it?” I asked my shot-gun riding passenger on our way home from dropping her brother at a friend’s house.
“Oh my word! The moon! It’s crazy beautiful!”
Slightly annoyed by my excited pestering, she looked up from her iPod. “Wow… it really is amazing.”
“It looks like it’s so close that I could touch it.”
“It does, doesn’t it.”
“Wow… and it’s brighter than the street lights.”
“I’ve never seen anything like it,” she oohs, completely mesmerized, no longer aware of the Instagram pics that had held her attention, surrendering to the beauty blazing before her.
At this point, I can’t stop myself from steering both of us toward truth. “You know the moon, on it’s own, has no light … really no life. For all effective and purposes, it’s just a gigantic rock – tethered to the earth by gravitational pull.”
She’s listening, so I keep going. “Any light that we see coming from the moon is only a reflection of the sun’s light. Since tonight is a full moon, every part of it is reflecting the sun. It’s as if the moon if fully surrendered to the sun.
Still listening… “You know, that’s like us when we fully surrender to God – we shine. And the shine is never our own. The more we surrender, the more we bask in His light and the more we reflect His light.”
I stopped there. We both needed to chew on it a bit.
I thought about the secret of life: serving and loving others. I thought about its power. I considered the fact that every time we serve – genuinely serve, with no ulterior motives – it’s like drinking a power shot. So much so, I actually caught one of my kids exclaiming, “I’ve never felt so good” after doing it.
I loved that the moon’s mesmerizing light diverted my passenger’s attention from Instagram (a teen’s gauge on likeability and acceptance) and toward beauty. And I relished that Christ’s light does the same for us. Only His light isn’t just visually appealing, it actually gives life….
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