Christmas Lights

                Christmas Lights 

 

This year, December 1st ushers in the Advent Season, a time when we focus on the traditions of Christmas and the “reason for the season,” the birth of Jesus. 

Counting down the days until Christmas we often get distracted from its real meaning by the frenzied pace of Christmas preparation;  parties, shopping for presents and even church activities can dilute our focus from the true meaning.  So in my pre-Christmas ramblings, the "Lights of Christmas" got me to thinking about light and how the scriptures use it as a metaphor for God.  Here is what rambling thoughts fell out of my head this week.
 
Attempting to describe God with words is always a struggle, given the limitations of language.  God has been described in many ways, but one of the most powerful word descriptors for God is found in the Holy Scriptures.  In these passages, God and Christ are referred to as “light.”  I got to thinking that perhaps that is why Christmas lights have become such a big part of our religious as well as secular Christmas traditions. 

High school and college physics about the properties of light was a little fuzzy in my head, but a quick Google search assured me I'd remembered correctly.  I was astonished how the ancient Biblical writers, without benefit of scientific insights, had used the metaphor of light in characterizing God.

Consider the physics of the God & Light Metaphor

We cannot see light with our eyes, but only see objects as light reflects off of them.      

• Just as we’ve never seen light with our human eyes, we have never seen God, but
• God’s indwelling spirit allows us to “see” or understand the true meaning of life.
• It allows others to see God as we reflect his love through our lifestyle.

In the absence of light, darkness surrounds us.

• People, who live without God, essentially “live in darkness” and are “blind” to life’s real meaning.
• Even when our faith is weak, somewhat like a small candle in a large dark room, God’s presence pushes the darkness away, creating a circle of light around us.

Light is multi-faceted, composed of different wavelengths which when separated by a prism reveals many different colors.

• God is like that.  He is multi-faceted and touches each life in a unique way.  He is not limited to any social status, race, color or creed of humanity.

Light transmits through things unless they are opaque.  Depending on the substance, light may transmit as translucent or transparent.

• Like light, God’s spirit can shine through us as well.
• This Christmas ask, “ Is God revealed to others through me?”

§         Am I transparent (transmitting a clear image of God),

§         Am I translucent (projecting a fuzzy image of God), or

§         Am I opaque (totally blocking out any image of God)?

 Consider the Scripture's use of the God & Light Metaphor

I John 1:  5-7 (21^st Century King James Version)

5)  This then is the message which we have heard from Him and declare unto you:  that God is light, and in Him is no darkness at all.  6)  If we say that we have fellowship with Him, and walk in darkness, we lie, and do not the truth.  7)  But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship one with another, and the blood of Jesus Christ His Son cleanses us from all sin.

Isaiah 60:3 

3)  All nations will come to your light; mighty kings will come to see your radiance.

II Corinthians 4:4 (New Living Translation)

4)       Satan, who is the god of this world, has blinded the minds of those who don’t believe.  They are unable to see the glorious light of the Good News.  They don’t understand this message about the glory of Christ, who is the exact likeness of God.

 Becky and I are already enjoying the lights of Christmas this year as we decorate our own home and as we drive around our town.  Join with us this Christmas season in the hope that the lights of Christmas will remind us of God’s true light. 

 

God is the light source that can illuminate a dark world or a dark heart,

but only if we seek him.  May we all be seekers.

God bless you,

may His light shine on

and through you this Christmas Season!

Prayer of Thanksgiving 2013

 

My rambling thoughts have stumbled about some this week,  but I have been thinking about the many things for which I am thankful.  I've read a lot of my FaceBook friends posts, counting down the days until Thanksgiving by listing their many "Thankful for" items.  From what I read, some folks are thankful for things like the "right shade of lip gloss" or "getting tickets" to a favorite event.  These may be okay, but my thought went back to my spiritual roots and I thought a "Thank You" prayer might be the best way to BLOG on this Thanksgiving week.  So, here is what "fell out of my head" for this post.

 

 

Dear Lord,

Wow, it seems that things change so quickly in our world; so many complex problems that seem to have no immediate solutions.  I am perplexed and challenged as I try to live as a citizen of an earthly kingdom, knowing all the while I am also a citizen of an eternal Heavenly Kingdom.

Life can be difficult and although I sometimes suffer, I am blessed and have much for which to be thankful.  I live in a land of freedom with abundant resources and enjoy a lifestyle far beyond what most world citizens enjoy.  Forgive me when I sometimes get fooled by society into believing I don’t have enough, even in the midst of plenty.  Deliver me from the world’s temptations and renew again my HOPE in Christ.

 During this season, I especially give you thanks for……

·        Life and Health (BP meds, cholesterol meds, vitamins, & ice cream)

·         Love of Family and Friends (in-laws, neighbors, fellow pilgrims & former work friends)

·         Liberty and Free Will (although sometimes I wish you’d just tell me what to do)

·         Peace in our Homeland (never had to pick up a weapon to defend myself)

·         A Christian Heritage provided by those who raised and nurtured me (All those Godly people who preceded my generation and kept the faith.)

·         Food, Shelter, Clothing & Transportation to sustain daily needs ( I am overweight, have a warm house, never been naked, and have three cars in the garage.)

·         Your promise to be with me until the “end of the world” Matthew 28: 20  (Judging from what I see on TV and read in the media, we must be getting close.)

With all that you have given me, help me to be a good steward of your abundant gifts.  May I have a giving heart, sharing from my abundance with those who have less. 

 Please accept this prayer of thanksgiving in Jesus name.        Amen

Destinations

I've never really understood poetry.  Seems to me it is a rather complicated literary form and most of what I read today doesn't make much sense. I subscribe to an e-mail service that delivers a "Poem of the Day" to my inbox.  Guess I may learn something, but I'm afraid at my age it is probably too little too late.

Reflecting back on freshman composition class at Carson-Newman I remember we had to pen a few lines of poetry as part of the learning process.  After working on that assignment for about a week with some of my best and most inspirational thoughts, I turned in my "poetic masterpiece."   My instructor, Miss Henrietta Jenkins, brought it clearly to my attention ( with her red pencil) that I did not have much talent for writing poetry.  Despite her harsh critique of my poetic talent,  I loved Miss Jenkins anyway and took her for British Literature the next year.  In my adult years, living back in Jefferson City, Miss Jenkins became a good friend and role model.

Despite my less than stellar experience with trying to write poetry,  there are times when you still want to put words down that rhyme or at least fall into some sort of short verse.  That is what I've done this week. 

The older I get it seems I ponder more of the unanswerable questions of life.  These few lines of verse "fell out of my head" as I approached a recent birthday and touch a bit on those things that I've been pondering that are linked to faith, not fact.

Walking along a river under a blue November sky

Floating leaves of red and gold swirl so quickly by

Riding gravity’s downward flow, bouncing to and fro

Scurrying toward a destination they cannot possibly know.

 

Again I walk along a river under a gray December sky

The leaves are gone, but icy twigs float and bob nearby.

The water’s flow has lessened, grasped by winter’s icy brakes

Slowing briefly, continuing the journey, no matter where it takes.

 

Three score and ten I’ve walked along this river under God’s expansive sky

First it was my children, now its grand children that swirl so quickly by.

I ride the inevitable current of aging; it has such a powerful flow

But unlike the leaves and twigs, there is a destination that I know.

 

Sometimes I wonder what the days of winter hold for me,

Times of testing; times for resting; times with grand kids on my knee.

Like the icy waters of winter, I’m not as fast as I used to be,

But there's no doubt about my destination; that’s assured by God’s grace you see.

 

So as you walk your own river path, in any season of life,

Pulled to and fro by life’s currents, pondering the great question of life,

Put your hope in Jesus, master boatman and anchor supreme

He will steer you clear of danger and bring you home for all eternity.

Revelations from a November Moon

This story recalls the visual images I experienced during a drive home from Seymour, TN on a November evening in 2003.  I’d spent that day helping my Aunt Earle move her furniture to a condo and was driving home.  I was so impressed by the visual experiences of that evening, I had to write it down that night before I could sleep.

After a full day of helping my aunt move to her new home, I was relaxing as I drove toward home along a familiar route.  My old pick-up truck seemed to follow the road as if it knew the way since we’d traveled it many times.  As I headed east on Boyd’s Creek Road, twilight was just beginning.  It was that time between the last rays of sunlight and the first darkness of night, a time I’d enjoyed many times before.  Something about twilight is always calming and peaceful, signaling the end of daily chores and a time of rest. 
 

To the south, my view of the distant Smoky Mountains was fading from sight and I began to see only the silhouettes of houses along the sides of the road.  The architectural details visible in the light only minutes before had now disappeared and all that remained were the hulking silhouettes of a few old Victorians, the straight lines of ranchers, and the box shaped two bedroom bungalows.  As darkness obscured the landscape, new lights began to capture my attention.  Glowing lights, coming from the windows of houses.  The soft, yellowish incandescent glow offered a reassuring message that “folks were at home” resting from a days work; perhaps enjoying an evening meal.  Occasionally, within the warm glow of window light, I’d catch flashes of white light accompanied by dancing flashes of color; the dancing, ever changing signature glow of a color television.  No doubt, folks were watching a TV show, the evening news, or just napping; bathed in the light and sound of that hypnotic box.

About half-way down Boyd’s Creek, looking east, I began to see a surreal and gigantic yellow sphere emerging on the horizon.  The darkness of twilight had deepened and only accentuated the marvelous splendor of a rising November moon.  The air had cooled and the sky was crystal clear, letting the brilliance of the full moon’s celestial light reflect back to earth.  The earth’s lower atmosphere so magnified the moon that at one point it seemed to cover much of the distant horizon. But as the earth’s rotation sped along, the sphere lifted higher and higher and began to shrink into that familiar white circle of a bright full moon.  The sky was so clear that I had no trouble seeing the lunar landscapes crater-pitted surface.  It was easy to imagine the “man in the moon” formed by the peaks and valleys on the moons surface.  As I drove on eastward I could not help but think of the millenniums of other men who also gazed at this amazing heavenly display and wondered how it all happened.  Tonight that moon looked like something an artist had drawn in the sky, but I know it is real and tangible.  It was only 34 years ago that a man actually climbed from a lunar landing craft and stepped on to the moons surface.  Those of us who are old enough, remember it well; we were there with those explorers via live television.

As I neared Highway 66 a new glow began to wash out some of the moon’s brightness.  Man made lights casting their glow against the sky from the shopping malls, car headlights and street lights snaking their way from Sevierville to Pigeon Forge.  Turning north on Hwy. 66 and heading toward   I-40 I lost sight of the moon’s glow and faced instead the oncoming lights from a multitude of automobiles.  Driven no doubt by folks who motored toward their evening destination, some toward home, others to a hotel along the route to Gatlinburg.  Reaching I-40 and turning east, the bright light of the moon was again squarely in front of my windshield.  Although the interstate was busy with traffic, the moon had risen high enough now that the car lights could not diminish its dominance in the evening sky.  It was now about 6 p.m. and all hint of twilight in the western sky had vanished, all points of the compass were engulfed in the darkness of night except for the eastern sky which was totally dominated by a brilliant moon.

After arriving home and finishing supper, the clock was moving toward 7 o’clock.  About that time, our son Rob called and suggested I go out to see what was happening with the moon.  I didn’t have a clue what he was talking about until he explained that we were to have a full lunar eclipse that evening and it would occur somewhere around 8:00 p.m. As I stepped outside, the sky was unclouded and free of any haze.  The edge of earth’s shadow was just beginning to encroach on the left side of the moon.  As time moved forward, the shadow of earth eventually obscured the entire surface of the moon, canceling out the moon’s white glow.  Then, as the earth continued its predictable orbit, the moon began to reappear and finally resumed its full reflective light.

After some sixty years of living and having observed many full moons and other lunar eclipses, I think this was the most visually spectacular event I have ever witnessed.  It was such an "in your face" statement to the world of an amazing Creator!  It brought to mind two scriptural references, one in Genesis and one in the Psalms.
¹⁶ Then God made two great lights: the greater light to rule the day, and the lesser light to rule the night. He made the stars also. ¹⁷ God set them in the firmament of the heavens to give light on the earth, ¹⁸ and to rule over the day and over the night, and to divide the light from the darkness. And God saw that it was good.       Genesis 1:16-18  New King James Version

Centuries later, the Psalmist was right on target when he said, “The heavens are telling of the glory of God; and their expanse is declaring the work of His hands.”     Psalms 19:1

Almost coinciding with this lunar event, NASA had announced only a few days before that Voyager I, an interstellar exploratory satellite, was beginning to reach the outer limits of our solar system. It is hard to comprehend, but can you grasp this?  Voyager I was launched into space in September1977.  It has been traveling away from earth for all this time.  It is traveling at 39,000 miles per hour.  If you do the math, it is now 9.2 billion miles from earth.  It is projected that it will continue to travel away from earth into the vastness of space well into the 21^st Century.  Without today’s scientific data, the Psalmist didn’t have a clue about the vastness of the universe, but his ancient words ring true in the face of scientific exploration.  “The heavens tell of the glory of God.  Their expanse declares the work of His hands.” 

WOW, ain’t God big!

 PS  Since writing about this experience back in 2003, Voyager I  has continued to travel and is approaching 12 billion miles out from earth.  Just another testimony that God gets bigger and bigger and bigger!   As for a lunar eclipse, we didn’t have a total lunar eclipse this year, but in 2014 we will have two you can see in the United States,  April 15th and again on October 8th.  Get ready for it, now let's ramble!

THE CHICKEN STORY ~ An original story told to me by Ben Watts

My father-in-law, Ben Watts, was a quite and humble man.  He worked 50 years at the Stokley Van Camp plant in Newport, Tennessee.  He began working as a young boy hoeing various crops that Stokleys used to grow locally. Later he worked inside the plant and then for many years until his retirement, was the supervisor of the warehouse handling all the raw materials used in the canning operations.

Several years after his retirement, Becky and were visiting her folks in Newport.  It was a warm summer evening and after dinner Ben and I took a walk around their Clifton Heights neighborhood.  As we walked, Ben talked of different things, but the “Chicken Story” he shared with me that evening is one I’ll always remember. 

Ben told me that as a young man, he'd worked at the Stokley Van Camp plant in Newport.  He remembered that in those days, Stokleys had a large grassy fenced-in yard within the confines of the plant.  This grassed area was a place for men to take breaks, take a smoke, or eat lunch.

Stokleys also had a bunch of game hens and roosters that ran loose around the fenced-in grounds.  The chickens caught bugs they found around the yard as well as lunch scraps workers tossed to them.  They were pretty much tame with all the workers constantly around the area.

There was an elderly Black man who had worked for Stokleys many years and everybody knew him as “Old Bob.” Bob worked around the yard keeping it clean up as well as doing other odd jobs around the plant.  He was also the unofficial keeper of the game hens.  The chickens were so trusting of him that he could approach one easily, pet it or even pick it up. 

As was typical of that time in southern society, Old Bob was occasionally the butt of a racial jokes or racial slur from some of the white workers.  But things generally went along smoothly and without problems between the races. 

Despite the usual smooth relationships, one day during a lunch break, one of the work crew called “Big Amos” thought he’d have some fun at Old Bob’s expense.  Big Amos had somewhat of a bully personality and liked to be the center of attention.  On this day he waited until a good number of the work crew had gathered there in the yard eating their lunch and making small talk; then in a loud voice called Old Bob over to him and said, “Catch one of them thar hens and bring it over here.”  In the racially divided society of the 1930’s Old Bob knew it’d probably be best not to object to the request, so Bob obliged and easily caught one of the game hens.  He held it gently and walked over to Big Amos and the crew that had gathered around to see the fun.  “Nigger,” big Amos said slowly, “I’ll tell you what I’m ah going to do.  I’m agoin to let you do whatever you want with that old hen, but whatever you do to it, I’m going to do it to you!”   Big Amos crossed his arms, leaned back with a smirk on his face to see what Old Bob would do.  Ben said that Amos was probably thinking that there ain’t much a fella could do with an old yard chicken excepting to wring its neck or throw it up in the air or some other fool thing.

As the crowd of workers eagerly waited for something to happen, Old Bob just looked down at the chicken he was holding, studied it for a minute; and proceeded to take the following action.  Bob took that old yard chicken turned it upside down, tucked its head back under his right armpit, grabbed its feet with his left hand and the tail feathers in his right hand, bent that old hen over and planted a big kiss right on that chicken’s hinny-hole.

Ben couldn’t help but laugh as he recalled his memories of that event, but continued with his story by saying, “I’ll tell you one thing, that crowd exploded with laughter as the smirk quickly faded from Big Amos’s face.”  As you might guess, that was the end of the fun and you can be sure that Big Amos didn’t keep his promise to “do the same thing to Old Bob that he’d done to the chicken.” 

In the days and years that followed, Ben said that he didn’t recollect any other instances where any of the crew at Stokleys ever put Old Bob to the test again.  Following his lunch time victory over Big Amos, Old Bob was pretty much a man left alone, but respected as a quick thinking Black man around the Stokley Van Camp plant. 

When you think of all the possible things that could have happened when Big Amos challenged Old Bob that day, it could have been a bad scene.  But Old Bob’s quick thinking proved again the saying that a person’s “Actions speak louder than words.”  Without a single word, without any physical aggression, and with no harm to him self, Old Bob made his point and diffused a potentially explosive situation.   And to ramble just a bit further...... I think most would agree that it takes a man of courage to plant a kiss on the bottom part of a chicken.