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One Light at a Time

It’s been another difficult week for our country. Yet again, our flags fly at half mast in honor of those whose lives have tragically ended by acts of violence and hate. The headlines of mass shootings have become commonplace in our newsfeeds. A reporter fo the Washington Post wrote today that we are, “shocked but no longer surprised” by news of this type of violence. It is amazing how quickly we become adjusted to the brokenness around us, and yet, it would be a mistake for us to become de-sensitized to the problems we face.

In many ways, things weren’t much different in Jesus’ day. The issues were different, but the brokenness was just as real. Everywhere Jesus went, he encountered people in need of healing: beggars on every street corner, lame and blind in every village, people living in poverty under the oppressive hand of Rome at every turn. Like today, the problems were overwhelming. So much so, that people must have thought he was wasting his time, healing individuals when there were so many who still suffered.

And yet, he persisted.

One person in need of a divine touch at a time.

Jesus talked a lot about light.

In the Gospel of John, he says, “I am the light of the world.”

In the Gospel of Matthew, he says, “You are the light of the world.”

And then he talks about lamps.

Tiny lamps.

Tiny sources of light that have the power to illuminate an entire room. With so many houses darkened on the streets of a city, one lamp doesn’t seem to make much difference. Unless you’re the one standing in the room that was previously dark.

When Jesus told us that we are the light of the world, I don’t think he meant that you and I have the power to light the world, but that you and I have the power to light up the world of those we are with.

I don’t claim to have the policy answers that will cure the hurt that America feels, but I do know that we need a lot more light.

I believe it’s going to come one lamp at a time.

-Pastor Jason

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