At church we have acquired over the last few years some very interesting lights. They have been chosen by folk who can understand their effect, and how they can be enjoyed. Peter has had the vision to put together plans, and see them through, to enable them to be placed discreetly and usefully in the building, so what they do is what we see, not the things themselves.
Christie has a gift of being able to picture how colour and patterns complement words and music, to offer up a symphony of many strands as we are gathered up in worship. Hard to put into words. You have to come, let go, and experience it. She uses a Hog to do it, but you wouldn’t ordinarily know that, or see it. It is her ‘musical instrument.’
However, no matter how clever or sophisticated we are, CGI or smoke & mirrors, effects of natural light, the gift of creation, is the real thing. It has the Creator’s DNA (Hope you appreciate the irony of that turn of phrase!)
That’s what struck me in church this evening. The light transforms what you see.
God’s light does shine, like John passionately declares as he starts his gospel account.
Sometimes people see it shining through the cracked pots we are – they see the unfakeable reality of Jesus. Sometimes, as we gather for worship, the light shines through the symphony of the church – because of honesty, not because of promotion or trying. People need to see the light through us.
Cracked pots gathering at All Saints tomorrow. Come light hunting.
Nothing, absolutely nothing, has the same transforming power as the reality of Jesus.
Hard to put into words. You have to come to Jesus, let go, and experience it.