Reflecting the Son’s Light


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Photo Credit: Sandy Keith Robertson

Last weekend I was on vacation with my family at Daytona Beach. Sun, sand, waves: serenity.  On the first morning I awoke early at 6:30 a.m.  I put on my clothes, grabbed my cup of coffee, and headed downstairs and out the door to view a local attraction, no money needed.   As I arrived on the beach, there were a few other people with the same idea, cameras in hand.  It was cloudy and overcast, but I was determined to wait and see the sun rise, quietly  over the crashing waves.  A brilliant red-orange ball of fire, bursting through the horizon!  In my lifetime, the sun has risen and lighted my day over 17,000 times.  A constant reminder of God’s faithfulness.  “From the rising of the sun to its setting, the name of the LORD is to be praised!” (Psalm 113:3)  On the second morning, I arose early again, went into my daughter’s room, and whispered “Sarah, wake up”.  She rolled over and said “Is it worth it”?  She closed her eyes and chose to stay horizontal a couple more hours.  I went out the door, downstairs, and back to the bench I sat at the morning before to view God’s wonder. “Yes, it was worth it, ” I thought.

It was worth my sacrificing an hour or more of sleep to see the sunrise.  What a way to start my day in the stillness, only hearing the sound of the waves. Her question, though quite simple, pricked my conscience that morning.  Count me in as a sun gazer.  But am I a Son Gazer?  Do I long to see Jesus? Do I get up early to anticipate meeting him in the stillness?  Staring at His glory in awe, falling down and worshipping Him  before my day goes from quiet to noisy in 60 minutes. Cooking breakfast, ironing school uniforms, hurrying my children out the door, and rushing off to school, 40 minutes away. I confess I fail many times at meeting with the Son at sunrise.  Lord help me to adore you more. Those two mornings I arose early to see the sunrise, clouds were in the way, and I was disappointed that I  didn’t get a full awestruck view. I knew the sun was still there, but clouds interfered. It reminded me of the following verses:

But even to this day, when Moses is read, a veil lies on their heart. Nevertheless, when one turns to the Lord, the veil is taken away. Now the Lord is the Spirit; and where the Spirit of the Lord is there is liberty. But we all, with unveiled face, beholding as in a mirror the glory of the Lord, are being transformed into the same image from glory to glory, just as by the Spirit of the Lord.” ( 2 Corinthians 3: 15-18)

We’re all born with  veil covered hearts.  The veil, like the clouds blocking the sunrise, prevents us from knowing God and understanding His word. But when we turn to face the Son, believing in our hearts the gospel, He snatches away  the veil and we receive His light rushing into our once darkened hearts. “For it is the God who commanded light to shine out of darkness, who has shone in our hearts to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ.” ( 2 Corinthians 4: 6)

Once the veil has been removed, and we see his glory, the transformation work begins. The transformation’s purpose is to be like Christ. Light bearers. Mirrors of His glory. When people see us, they are to see God’s image. This is to attract them to the Light.  Not the physical light blinding glory that Moses, Peter, James, John, and Paul experienced. But the inward character traits of the fruit of the Spirit: Love, Joy, Peace, Patience, Kindness, Goodness, Faithfulness, Gentleness, Self-Control.  We cannot be Christ-like without first worshipping and adoring Him in the quiet and stillness. Watching the Son rise in our hearts, as we die to self, daily.   We pick up his Word, like a mirror ,and hold it up to our hearts as we read it .   We ask the Holy Spirit to transform us to be like Jesus, and plant the fruit of the Spirit in our lives.

Like the  mirror- like building above, we are meant to reflect God’s Light, and His image.  The image you see on this building is the reflection of other objects in close proximity.  The beauty of the building is only in the reflection of the objects, outside of itself. Without the image it reflects, it would be rather ordinary and just a building. But as a reflector, it shows true beauty.  When we behold God’s glory, and walk in His light, His image and character begins to grow in our hearts.  People around us will  start to see God’s reflection, (peace, love, joy, kindness, patience)  because we’ve been with God, face-to-face.  Our self-will and sin nature will die a slow death, as we are transformed into His image.  God wants us to be Son Gazers, and Son Reflectors.

We can’t be Son Reflectors without first spending time gazing at the Son, in His presence daily.  It’s only when we reflect His light back outward, onto the paths of those around us,  that they get a glimpse of the Son, and the veil starts to move on their hearts. The more light they see, the more attracted they are to the Son, and they start to turn toward the Light Giver, and He reaches to their heart to lift the veil.


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Treasure Sharers


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Amongst my cherished childhood memories, is my pink, plastic “piggy” bank. My father would reach down into his pocket
as I would extend my open hand, palm-up, waiting in delight for his coins. Immediately, I would run to my room and reach up to my “piggy” bank and drop the coins, one by one, and listen for the “clink, clink”. Then, I would pick up my bank and shake it in excitement. Oh, the simple pleasures of our childhood! My “piggy” bank was my first unrecorded savings. My treasure chest. I remember the day, my pig would no longer hold my coins, and my mom helped me open it up and shake the coins out onto my bed. She counted them for me and soon we were off to the store. I was going to search for things that would make me happy in exchange for my treasure. Something special just for me.

As an adult, I’m reminded of a far greater treasure my Heavenly Father has given me. Paul speaks of a treasure we, as God’s children, have received. “But we have this treasure in clay jars, to show that the surpassing power belongs to God and not to us.” 2 Corinthians 4:7.

Paul compares our bodies to clay pots, pots made of dirt and water, but skillfully shaped by the hand of the Potter, at His wheel. The first man, Adam, was designed by His Creator when He stretched down to the lowest place of His Creation and picked up the dirt, handful by handful. He molded Adam, layer by layer, limb by limb, into His image. And then He gazed in satisfaction at the first man. as Adam lay there, in a comatose like state. There was an important detail the Designer had yet to complete. Bending down, and drawing nearer to Adam, face-to-face, He gave Adam something that was of great value. Something from His very own being, from within. His breath, the very breath of God! I can imagine, as God touched Adam and breathed into Him the breath of life, that body of dirt, came to life! The lifeless body now moved, rose up, from the ground as it inhaled and exhaled. For the first time God’s creation looked into His face and spoke to Him. Oh to behold the face of God, in the stillness of the moment. And I wonder if the thought entered the Creator’s mind that one day Adam would choose to forfeit that intimate relationship and hide from him in the Garden of Eden because of sin.

Fast forward 4,000 years later to the Cross on Golgotha, a place of cruel death. In the darkness, a cry was heard. “It is finished”! God’s son, Jesus, bearing the sins of the world, since Adam’s first sin, breathed His last breath as His father turned away. But in breathing that final, shallow breath, in excruciating, unbearable pain, Jesus redeemed that face-to-face relationship of sinful man with His Creator. New Life was offered to those who were dead in their sins. All who believed in His death, burial and Resurrection are given New Life. This is the Treasure. The Gospel. A treasure within Paul that he carried and shared. The treasure that was carried with a great price. Sharing the treasure brought him ship wreck, stoning, beatings, and imprisonment. Paul, the Treasure Sharer. History tells us Paul was beheaded. As that clay pot was destroyed by the hands of men, the treasure within was not destroyed. It journeyed with him into the very presence of God, face-to-face.

And those of us who experience Salvation have been given the priceless treasure deposited freely into our jars of clay. At that moment, we were all given the treasure of grace, faith, and forgiveness by our Heavenly Father, the Potter. A treasure, eternal life, unearned by us, and paid for by the blood of His only son. It’s the treasure we receive with open, empty hands as “little children”. And oh the joy the gift brings into our lives! It is with us forever. Nothing we could do could merit the deposit. “For by grace are you saved through faith, and that not of yourselves, it is the gift of God, not of works lest any man should boast.” (Ephesians 2: 8-9).

Designed by the Potter to be as common clay pots for His use. But yet containing the treasure, the Gospel, and gift of salvation. The Holy Spirit dwells in our clay pots. he is invisible to man, but yet full of power. Only through the Holy Spirit’s power availed to us, do we testify of Him, and to minister to others. We are His workmanship, marked by His image and we are called to share Him to a world that can only see the Hand of the Potter through his jars of clay.

The Potter’s plan was to share the treasure within us with the world. It is not to be hoarded or used for our glory, but His. “You are the Light of the world. A city set on a hill cannot be hidden. Nor do people light a lamp and put it under a basket, but on a stand and it gives light to all in the house. In the same way, let your light shin before others, so that they may see your good works, and glorify your father, which is in Heaven.” (Matthew 5:14-16) The Treasure Giver, God, is watching each of us, his Pots, his treasure chests. His desire is that we go about depositing His treasure, into the lives of others, so that they may also experience the joy of the Treasure Giver.

Dear Father, thank you for the Gospel treasure you have entrusted to us your children. Thank you for the price you paid for us to have that face-to-face relationship with you, with forgiveness of sins, through your precious Son’s blood. We lift up our clay pots to you. Take us into your hands. Shake the treasure within us, and renew us by your Holy Spirit’s power. Let your treasure spill out into the lives of others, to add more Treasure Shares, for your glory alone. In Jesus Name, Amen.

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