A Couple of Lessons on Light
 
It was so cold, standing there for hours waiting.  Waiting for the sun to rise.  We had driven to the tip of the India sub-continent to a place called Cape Comorin, where (it was said)  one could see the sun rise and set at the same place.  Indian Hindus had erected some temples and considered this a place of religious significance. It had become a tourist attraction for thousands of pilgrims. Located where the Bay of Bengal meets the Indian Ocean, it had a similar reputation to the Cape of Good Hope and the infamous Cape Horn as a place where ships were battered to splinters and sailors lost their lives.  I could see where someone had painted skull-and-crossbones on some outcropping rocks. 
 
But as we shivered early that morning waiting for this event, the crowd was soon looking toward the east as the horizon began to show some light.  I wondered at the swell of voices--how would they react when the sun appeared?  But just as the anticipated moment arrived, suddenly clouds came out of nowhere and blocked the orange ball from appearing.  There were low, disappointed moans from the devotees, but I for one was happy just to get out of the cold.
 
We walked back toward our car past the crowd of Hindus and came up to the brow of a hill.  As we mounted to the top, we were suddenly stopped in our tracks--a large, full moon stood in front of us in absolute splendor!  It too was in the east, but not a cloud obscured that glorious view!  It was absolutely breathtaking! 
 
As we left and drove along the highway northward, I could not take my eyes off it and thought to myself, "How ironic--thousands of people waiting for hours to see a sun that they could not see, but if they had only looked over the hill, they would have seen the moon reflecting the sun like a mirror!
 
The gentle Holy Spirit spoke to me as scriptures began to saturate my thoughts and  I thought of Moses, how his visit with the Lord on the mountain had been such an encounter that his face shown with the glory of God.  The Apostle Paul had written:
 "But we all, with open face beholding as in a glass the glory of the Lord, are changed into the same image
from glory to glory, even as by the Spirit of the Lord." (2 Cor 3:18) "For God, who commanded the light to
shine out of darkness, hath shined in our hearts, to give light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face
of Jesus Christ... (4:7)
"Be if the ministration of death, written and engraven in stones, was glorious, so that the children of Israel
could not steadfastly behold the face of Moses for the glory of his countenance; which glory was to be
done away, in whom the god of this world hath blinded the minds of them which believe not, lest
the light of the glorious gospel of Christ, who is the image of God, should shine unto them. For God, who
commanded the light to shine out of darkness, that shined in our hearts, to give light of the knowledge
of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ.  (2 Cor 3:7)
Beautiful as it may be, the moon has no light of its own..and neither do we except as we reflect the Lord. 
 
 
 
But that experience was not the only lesson God taught me about light.  One year, as I was preparing to make an annual missions trip to Asia I had noticed a persistent pain in my stomach.  I would pray about it, but it did not go away, and caused a bit of concern to me.  How could I go off on a missions trip with this?  Weeks went by, but no answers from God.  Then one hot afternoon I went outdoors to mow the yard.  The grass was pretty high and I had to watch carefully for rocks or any hidden objects.  Then I saw a board someone had left lying on the ground.  I stopped the mower and reached down to removed it, and when I did hundreds of bugs came scurrying out.  Incredibly, that  was when God decided to speak in my spirit:
"Why did the bugs run when you removed the board?" He asked. 
 
Momentarily, I hesitated.  What a ridiculous question!  "Because of the light!" I replied.
"What do you know about light?"  he continued.
 
Puzzled, I wondered where this conversation was leading.  But I answered by quoting several scriptures I knew:
"Ye are the light of the world.  A city set on a hill that cannot be hidden."
"Let your light so shine before men that they may see your good works and glorify your Father in heaven."
 
But that was not enough.  "What ELSE do you know about light?" He asked again.
 
I thought perhaps the hot sun was frying my brain.  But I also knew that ridiculous as all of this was, God chooses the foolish things to confound the wise.  It was probably God, and I best follow along.
 
"Oh yes!  I had just read an article how Einstein had figured out the speed of light; that if a man were to fire off a bullet from a gun, it would circle the earth eight times before he could take his finger off the trigger.  That was the speed of light!" And so I informed the Lord.  (As if He had never figured it out). 
 
Again: "What else do you know about light?"
 
By this time I was exasperated.  But I continued with this conversation: "I read about laser beams--concentrated beams of light that could zap out tumors and things like that..."  
 
Suddenly I stopped with this thought:  Wouldn't it be wonderful if such a light could get inside me and zap whatever it is that keeps hurting.   
 
For the last time, God spoke again: "Don't you know My word?"
 
"What word, Lord?"
 
"Psalm 119:130.  The entrance of thy words giveth light; it giveth understanding unto the simple."
 
Suddenly, I felt a burning heat right where the pain had been and I was healed instantly!  The pain left me for good.
 
 
I don't recall having finished the mowing.  Bugs still run for cover when I move an object out of the way-- without Him asking me to explain why.
 
But my face shines when I tell anyone about the time He did... 
 
 
MARY E. ADAMS