A man named John was sent from God.
He came for testimony, to testify to the light,
so that all might believe through him.
He was not the light,
but came to testify to the light.
He came for testimony, to testify to the light,
so that all might believe through him.
He was not the light,
but came to testify to the light.
Even though John was out there in the desert preparing the way, it was Mary who testified to the light at a much earlier time period. This improbable young girl was called upon to bring the light to the world. Her “fiat” would be incomprehensible to anyone who took a moment to contemplate what was being asked. The late Madeline L’Engle glimpses this moment in her book, A Cry Like a Bell.
“This is the irrational season
When love blooms bright and wild.
Had Mary been filled with reason
There’d have been no room for the child.”
When love blooms bright and wild.
Had Mary been filled with reason
There’d have been no room for the child.”
And so we too this week are given the request to testify to the light for our time, and for times to come. Testifying to the light involves great risk. It involves walking the talk. It involves a surrender to self. It involves a “fiat” to do the will of God. We are all in this together and, in these times more than any other in recent history, we need to testify to the light and be light for one another.
Sometimes our light goes out, but is blown again into instant flame by an encounter with another human being. Each of us owes the deepest thanks to those who have rekindled this inner light. (Albert Schweitzer)
This week as I light the rose colored candle on the Advent wreath I am grateful for all the "rekindlers" of the light along my way through the wilderness.
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