In the beginning was this Word. This Word that grew and swelled bursting seams and cracking the hard fickle coating.  Like an idea growing that cannot be ignored this Word came to the lips of humanity.  Some choked it back and swallowed deep tears, others turned their backs and denied its power. But still others dared to look into the cracks of a broken humanity and they saw a growing light seeping through the places we tried to piece back together and smooth over with shellac and veneer.  These witnesses speak the Word that they see as they try to not look away.

Though the Light was small he was a beacon of hope.  Every infant has this power in someone’s eyes.  A parent holds this fragile package and can almost see the life that is to come.  Will this child be a Nelson or a Martin, a Theresa or a Desmond?  Will this life reflect the source of light of which they have been born?  These lives are but gifts granted to us for a short time.  We must be like embers always glowing and returning to our source.

Yes, we must be like embers.  Returning to the table we remember the story and we kindle the flame.  Tell me one more time about the infant who frightened kingdoms and the boy who taught men.  Tell us again the story of the least, the lost and the little whom the world wanted to forget but the Light wouldn’t ignore.  Share with us a story of peace and life and all that is to come.

We need to hear one more time about the night that you were betrayed.  About how you broke bread and you gave it to those who were the closest to you and you told them that, “this is my body, given for you.  Do this for the remembrance of me.”  And after you had eaten you took the cup and you said, “This cup is the new covenant in my blood, shed for you and for all people for the forgiveness of sin.  Do this for the remembrance of me.”

We need to hear this one more time because in the hearing and in the eating we may find the courage to bear witness to the Light. Fan the embers and reflect the Light.  Do this.

For the Light shines in the darkness and the darkness did NOT overcome it.

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