But whoever lives by the truth comes into the light, so that it may be seen plainly that what they have done has been done in the sight of God.
Mike is up and out of the house well before daylight and on his way to work.
It's his birthday. He wishes to take the day off, but his schedule doesn't permit it. Back to back meetings. Conference calls. Last minute lunch scheduled by an essential client.
It's his birthday. No one at work acknowledges it. Even Emma, his wife, who never forgets anyone's birthday, doesn't leave a card at the table as she has done every year of their marriage.
She doesn't even get up with him to fix the coffee. To sit a few moments together before the day with all its hectic pace and demands begins.
No card. No call. No text . . .
It's his birthday. The meetings are one big yawn. Lunch gives him heartburn. The conference calls are unproductive.
And, it's nearing the end of the day . . .
No card. No call. No text . . .
"How could she forget?" Mike says angrily as he grabs his briefcase, leaves his cubicle, and heads for his car.
And, the long commute. The rush hour traffic. On a Friday. On his birthday . . .
Arriving home in the dark. After leaving for work in the dark.
Dark. Dark. Dark.
His mood. The drive. The house.
He pulls into the driveway. Parks next to Emma's car.
Not a light to be seen.
Not even on the porch for a welcome.
Mike rummages around in his glove box for a flashlight. A trip on the stairs would not be a happy ending to this most unhappy birthday.
"What's going on here?" He grumbles, irate and irritated.
He makes it safely up the walk, the stairs, and onto the eerily gloomy porch.
As he fumbles for the key which unlocks the door, a terrifying thought hits him.
It's all dark. Emma's car is here. What if something awful has happened to Emma? Did someone break in while I was at work? Did they hurt Emma? Did they . . .
He can't bring himself to finish that thought.
Frantically, he turns the key and throws the door wide.
"Emma! Emma! Are you here? Are you alright?"
The room is instantly ablaze with light. And, abounding with friends. Smiling, laughing, shouting, "Happy Birthday, Mike!"
And, there's his precious Emma, flying to him, wrapping him tightly in a hug he will never forget. Kissing him smack on the lips in front of God and everybody.
"Happy Birthday, honey! It was so hard to keep tonight a secret!"
Mike smiles broadly, and realizes it's the first one he's worn all day.
"I love you, Emma," he whispers. "You are the light of my life."
Then, turning to the guests, he whoops, "PARTY ON!"
When you were walking in darkness, who shone the light of Christ into your life?
Will you pray with me?
We are all in the dark, Father, until Your light breaks through. Let the light of Christ fill our hears with love and joy. May we shine His light into the darkness of a hurting world. Amen.
Psalms 26, 28 or 36, 39
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
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