Greetings Dear Reader,
If you have not yet read Sheetrock on the Road
then you do not know of my love for fireflies.
I will refer you there to the chapter “The Rising Lights” for
understanding. Last evening transported
me back to that time in a most endearing way.
The night felt like the summers I endured as a child and through
much of my adult life. It was hot and humid.
The thunderstorms of the previous evening had left everything damp and
lush. The grass on the ball field held
the shimmer of humid air refusing to accept it evaporated offerings. Ground balls cast out a rainbow in the
setting sunlight as they sped along the damp carpet of turf.
The storms had also gifted us with an impromptu
doubleheader. My local team won the
first one and lost the second. Once
again my Grandsons sang to the crowd during the seventh inning stretch. The moisture and heat clung to me soaking my
clothing and slowing my movements.
The second game ended and the lights were silenced as the
crowd prepared for post-game fireworks.
The man made lights began to rise with more smoke than usual due to the
soaked air.
As I watched the fireworks a single firefly flashed just a
few feet in front of me. It was rising
in the night to seek companionship. It occurred
to me that the firefly competes for others of its kind for attention. How must it feel it chances are among the
flashes and flares of the fireworks?
I could imagine it seeing the bright green flares that
almost matched it hue. I found it humorous
that this small insect seeking a mate would be thwarted by manmade similitude. It also reminded me of something far more
important.
I too often compare myself to things that are not a just
comparison. I diminish my own opportunity
by failing to see that I am created as I am meant to be. Who I am is a result of either following or
failing to follow Christ. We are meant
to shine in the darkness. We are
commanded to do so even if no one responds.
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer
who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home
owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure
store.”
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The most beautiful post that I have read.
ReplyDeleteYou need to creat a book of poetic writings.