Morning Light

I store pysanky-making supplies all over my house. Eggshells live in a file cabinet in the garage, tools stay in my studio and I keep egg dyes in our front hall closet. The boxes filled with dye jars sit on the floor and even though I clearly labeled the lids, it’s not always easy to find the color I need.

During the day there’s enough light for me to read the labels, but last week I was trying to work early in the morning while the rest of the house slept. Creeping quietly down the hall, I opened the closet door and reached in for the green dye, but out came the blue one. Okay, put that back and try again. Frustrated after my third attempt I decided I had to turn on the hall light. Even with the light on, I still struggled to read the labels because my own shadow got in the way. I scooted to one side, spotted the correct jar, reached in and came up with the right color at last. And went on to happily play eggs once more.

Later this small incident got me thinking about light and dark in a spiritual sense. Darkness didn’t leak out when I opened the closet door, the light entered. Said a different way, the darkness was overpowered by the light. And it happened that morning because 1) I opened the door and 2) I got out of the way.

Now the bigger picture started to dawn on me. On a much grander scale God’s light overpowers spiritual darkness in this world. I came to realize it’s God’s job to set the world free spiritually. My job is just to open the door, and then get out of the way so God can shine His light to those who need it. Big thoughts for a quiet early morning playing eggs, wouldn’t you agree?