I wonder what the sunrise looked like on that day that Jesus rose?
Every photographer knows that sunrise and sunset are some of the best times of day to take photographs….. The light is always unique, the pictures are never the same…. even two minutes apart pictures in the same spot will differ…
I wonder if the sunrise was somehow more glorious that day that Jesus rose? Was it more intense? More sublime? How did the light appear to the light of the world? Or, were there still dark shadows in the early edges of the morning from the ugly crucifixion and the mocking and scourging of false accusers? Did the suns rays erase the betrayal of his closest friends? Or did the painting in the sky that morning, erase the horror of the nails and the wounds in his hands and feet?
I guess, since I wasn’t there I won’t ever really know. It is the pondering a poet, or philosopher, or simply a soul searching for answers. The sunrise today, though, brings me back to that sunrise, some 2,000 years ago. It reminds me of someone who understands how meaningful the light is, and how precious when breaking through the darkness of the night. It reminds me that the Light of the World came to bring hope in our darkest hours, and suffered because we so desperately need it.
John 8:12 ” When Jesus spoke again to the people, he said, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.”
I reminds me, that there is hope.