The window shades at the back of our house squeak – no, squeal – when I pull them up in the morning. It’s a lot of noise.
“That’s a lot of noise!” Rebekah said the other day, just before I bought her a fresh cup of coffee. “What is it?”
“That,” I replied, off-handedly, “is my commitment to the light.”
LIGHT: I wasn’t trying to be theologically astute. It was, after all, 7:00 in the morning. But when I heard the words come out of my mouth I realized that I was talking about more than simply yanking on a couple of old Roman shades.
My commitment to the light is how I live, and it begins anew each and every morning when I say, “Good morning, God, thanks so much for the gift of today. Please fill me with your love, and be with me as I renew my decision to live in the light, and to follow the Living Way of Jesus. Amen.”
It’s a part of my routine. I wake up, I get the coffee going, I read my Upper Room devotional, I walk the dog, I flood the house with morning light, and I pour the coffee, and I invite Rebekah to join me in the new day.
For once you were darkness, but now in the Lord you are light. Live as children of light— for the fruit of the light is found in all that is good and right and true” (Ephesians 5:8-9).
