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calamities
can overpower the approach, the
arrival, the afterglow of Easter…
Nothing in my life can diminish the
light of the Risen Christ.
And yet I might find myself lost in the
deep folds of a forest
where the light of Easter seems
distant:
out there, over there, up there,
shining on others
but not on me…
There can be times when seeing the
light in the distance
might be more painful than seeing no
light at all:
why is it shining there, on others
– but not here, on me?
The image above might be helpful
for those who find themselves in the
shadows,
in the light of these Paschal days…
The light is shining over and through
these woods
even where the long shadows leave dark
traces on the ground…
See how the light moves and plays in
and among the shadows…
See how the beams of light stretch
forth
from source and power unseen,
searching out those lost in the dark…
See how the light has greened the
forest’s carpet
even in the dark places…
See how the trees block the light
and at the same time shield
from what might be too bright for a
first glance…
See how even branches blocking the
light
still show the path the light spills
before us:
a path that leads from the darkness
behind
to the light that goes ahead of us,
through shadowed fears…
And see how, within arm’s reach,
dawn’s light pierces through leaves
with a warmth to take away the chill of
night…
No, nothing on my own calendar of
calamities
can overpower the approach, the
arrival, the afterglow of Easter…
Nothing in my life can diminish the
light of the Risen Christ…
For Christ is the Light no darkness can
extinguish…
Amen.
