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One of the first songs I learned as a child in Sunday school was "This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine." Light was an important metaphor to Paul as he wrote to the Corinthians. He who had been a blinded persecutor of the faith became the courageous commander of that light brigade called the church.
Light is essential to life. Without it our earth would become a blackened cinder of frozen tundra floating aimlessly through the vast reaches of cosmic night.
Light is essential to the Christian. A. T. Robertson, the Baptist scholar, wrote, "Miners carry a lamp on the forehead, Christians carry one in the heart lit by the Spirit of God."1
On this day of Transfiguration, we remember the Transfigured face of our Lord Jesus Christ. We remember that, before Bethlehem's babe uttered his first cry, there was no light anywhere in the human heart. We remember resurrection and his glory heralding the inescapable fact that because he lives there shall be no more darkness casting an ebony veil across the face of human hope.
On this day we sing with Sir John Bowring:
In the cross of Christ I glory towering o'er the wrecks of time
All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime.
A. T. Robertson, Word Pictures in the New Testament, volume IV. Broadman Press, Nashville, 1931, p. 225
Light is essential to life. Without it our earth would become a blackened cinder of frozen tundra floating aimlessly through the vast reaches of cosmic night.
Light is essential to the Christian. A. T. Robertson, the Baptist scholar, wrote, "Miners carry a lamp on the forehead, Christians carry one in the heart lit by the Spirit of God."1
On this day of Transfiguration, we remember the Transfigured face of our Lord Jesus Christ. We remember that, before Bethlehem's babe uttered his first cry, there was no light anywhere in the human heart. We remember resurrection and his glory heralding the inescapable fact that because he lives there shall be no more darkness casting an ebony veil across the face of human hope.
On this day we sing with Sir John Bowring:
In the cross of Christ I glory towering o'er the wrecks of time
All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime.
A. T. Robertson, Word Pictures in the New Testament, volume IV. Broadman Press, Nashville, 1931, p. 225
