‘Just got back from a women’s retreat; the theme was “Born to Shine.” It was a great weekend. Among other things, I was asked to write a “blog-type post” for the retreat booklet. Since I’m running on very little sleep, I’ll make that today’s post:
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“Ow! I stubbed my toe!”
Responder No. 1: “Buck up. Be glad you didn’t do a face-plant!”
Responder No. 2: “I told you to put shoes on!”
Responder No. 3: “Are you okay? Let’s have a look.” [Pulls out flashlight.]
“You are the light of the world. A city set on a hill cannot be hidden; nor does anyone light a lamp and put it under a basket, but on the lampstand, and it gives light to all who are in the house.
The truth is that there is a lot of toe-stubbing going on all around us. (Let’s face it: the daily news tells us of full-on face-plants.) This world is permeated with darkness, and sometimes it’s hard for people to see where to get a good footing. How desperately the dark, decaying world needs the light of Christ!
Let your light shine before men in such a way that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father who is in heaven.
In lovingkindness, God is calling people to Himself; and the path He laid is His Word. And we have the privilege of being the beacons! Yup, that’s the plan. He uses us. Let your light shine. Oh, and by the way, the alternative doesn’t work: putting our light under a basket (being wrapped up in ourselves) just might lead to many others stubbing their toes—or worse.
This instruction to shine was given on the heels of the Beatitudes—reminders to be humble, gentle, merciful peacemakers. What a stark contrast to a world filled with proud, brash, selfish dissension. To shine into that soup-thick fog, we must continually speak the Words of Life, pray for God’s grace, and walk in righteousness (a city set on a hill cannot be hidden). This is only possible by the power of the Holy Spirit. And God’s plan for all this? that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father who is in heaven.
Now, isn’t God’s design much more effective than ours? Heaven forbid we should ever go back to this method: “Buck up. I told you to put your shoes on!”