The light of the full moon will be like the sun’s glare
and the sun’s glare will be seven times brighter,
like the light of seven days,
when the Lord binds up his people’s fractured bones
and heals their severe wound. (Isaiah 30:26)
Our moon is temperamental. One night she’s a coy thumbnail wrapped in wispy clouds, while on another she’s full and brazen. Her mysterious moods make her appear all the more beautiful.
In reality, our moon is a crater pocked ball of dust. She’s a blight who, in her hidden new moon phases, blocks any stars caught behind her.
How can the moon stop our hearts with splendor one night, and become a sterile obstruction another? The answer is in the sun. It’s his glorious reflection from the moon’s surface that captivates us. Gray barrenness transforms into white radiance. For her part, the moon has only to hold herself in the presence of the sun. Yet, if she refuses, the sun’s brilliant rays slip unnoticed into the blackness of space.
God declares a lesson in our moon. We are like her. Left to ourselves, we’re homely chunks of dirt. Our love is sterile, our lives sin pocked, our hearts cold and rocky. We block the beauty of God’s creation by the darkness of our presence.
Nevertheless, bring any pitiful, barren soul into the brilliance of the Son Jesus, and every contour of their heart becomes irresistibly attractive. Our weaknesses, temptations, and losses, when brought near him, are the very surfaces from which his light shines with white radiance.
Mirrors are made of layers. Only the foil-thin silver coating does the actual reflecting. Just so, it’s my micro faith that reflects the magnificence of God Almighty. There’s not much there to do the job—and yet, when I refuse to hold myself in the presence of Christ, the glory of God slips unnoticed into the blackness of space.
Prayer: Let your glory, oh God, shine from who I am.